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melanielocke · 2 years

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Day 13: Soulmate AU

I hadn't prepared this one yet and had to come up with it today. I also don't have an AU yet for tomorrow and since it's free choice, if there are any requests please let me know!

It's maybe a little more fairytale than traditional soulmate AU and based around Sleeping Beauty but I think the whole true love thing counts as soulmates. Unlike previous entries, this one is written from Thomas' POV and not Alastair's

@alastair-appreciation-month

Thomas Lightwood had been fascinated by the sleeping Prince of the Dreamless Castle as long as he could remember. People said he was the son of Lady Sona, Goddess of the Sun. They said that only his true love could wake him from his curse. It all sounded awfully romantic, but the Prince had been asleep for nearly a hundred years already and in that time no one had been able to wake him up. Many had tried, but most had not even been able to reach the castle itself.

Thomas had lived in the city state of Turan since he was six years old and although his family was not originally from here, he’d heard the story of the prince from those who’d lived here longer.

Turan was the most culturally diverse city in the world. Apparently, after the Prince was cursed much of the original Turanian people had left the city and those that had remained had invited immigrants and refugees from all over the world, hoping one of them could be the Prince’s true love, and in time communities from many different parts of the world had established themselves here. Thomas believed Turan to be the most beautiful city in the world, but the one thing that could improve it was if Prince Alastair woke at last.

Charles Fairchild had been the last to try. The first to breach and enter the castle, he had failed to wake the prince and refused to speak of what he’d found inside. He’d believed waking the prince would secure his future as a political leader of Turan, but that was the wrong reason to go inside, wasn’t it?

So that was why Thomas had decided he would try. He would enter the Dreamless Castle and free Prince Alastair from his curse. He wasn’t sure why he believed he was the one. Perhaps it was all just a big fantasy he’d got himself caught up in. Always a little awkward in love, Thomas had always liked to imagine himself in such romantic scenarios when he didn’t have the courage to approach boys he liked in real life. He was determined to try though. It was the right thing to do at the very least.

He hadn’t told his parents yet and wasn’t sure that he should. They had always been protective of him because of his childhood sickness, had moved the entire family to Turan because the city was known for having some of the best healers. They hadn’t come to Turan for the cursed Prince of the Dreamless Castle and wouldn’t appreciate if Thomas decided to disappear into the castle.

So he’d waited until his parents both left for work. His father was on the city council, while his mother taught primary school children. He started packing his bag. Would there be any food inside the Dreamless Castle? He had no clue how long he would stay there, Charles had been gone for a month, and with Thomas’ appetite he wouldn’t last long if he couldn’t eat. Thomas had always liked to cook, and perhaps cooking deliciously smelling food was how one woke up a cursed prince. After all, didn’t they say a man’s love went through the stomach?

He packed as many ingredients that wouldn’t spoil as he could as well as his most expensive clothes. He was trying to impress a prince after all. In the end he ended up with bags that were almost too heavy to carry, but Thomas was one of the tallest and strongest men in the city. He would manage to carry all this to the dreamless castle.

‘Where are you going with all that, Thomas?’ someone asked while he was outside, walking to the castle.

It was Kamala, his sister Eugenia’s girlfriend. She’d moved here a couple of years ago after leaving her adoptive family. She’d traveled quite a bit before deciding to settle in Turan. Thomas liked her a lot better than Eugenia’s ex, that was for sure. She was in training to be a healer, like Thomas although he was in a much earlier stage of his education, and the both of them cooked for the same restaurant to support themselves while they studied.

‘Please don’t tell my parents, but I’m going to the Dreamless Castle,’ Thomas said.

‘Don’t tell your parents you’ll be gone for at least a month? I don’t think that will go over well.’

‘I might not even be allowed in,’ Thomas said. ‘If that’s the case, then I’ll turn around and my parents will never know.’

‘Okay. I’m coming over to see Eugenia tonight,’ Kamala said. ‘If you’re not allowed in, you’ll be back home by then, and I won’t say a thing. But if you’re not home, I will tell your family. They’ll worry more if they think you’ve been kidnapped or murdered or something.’

‘That’s actually a pretty good point,’ Thomas said. ‘Okay, I agree to your terms.’

‘Good luck on your journey, Tom.’

Thomas continued to the castle and paused before the gates. They were closed, always had been. He wasn’t sure how they’d opened for Charles, or why. He was about to knock when the gates swung open, and he didn’t waste any time before rushing inside. For all he knew the gate would close again before he made it through.

The gates closed behind him the moment he was inside. No turning back now. He wished Charles had told him more of what he’d experienced inside these walls, but no matter how often Thomas asked, Charles had refused. It could have prepared him better, but never mind that. He would find out soon enough.

The castle was beautiful. Built in the old Turanian style, white with blue decorations and several big blue domes, surrounded by a big garden with waterways and tile paths. He heard a stream of water and the garden felt unusually alive for a place called the Dreamless Castle.

He found an entrance into the palace itself and was relieved to find out it was the kitchen. Old fashioned, he’d have to figure out how these ovens and stoves worked, but everything looked clean and in perfect condition. Thomas unpacked all the food from his bag and put it away, only to find there was food in the kitchen too. Where it had come from, Thomas had no idea, but there were many things missing he liked to use so he was glad he had brought his own food too.

His bags were far easier to carry now that he’d lost all the food and he went to explore the rest of the palace. It was big with many rooms. Big and open, and there was a courtyard in the middle with another garden and a fountain in the middle. How did it all still look so clean and gorgeous when no one had been here in a hundred years?

He noticed movement in the corner of his eye. A girl was in the courtyard. She didn’t look Turanian with her pale blonde hair and fair skin, she looked more like someone from Thomas’ parents’ home country or even farther north. He didn’t realize there would be people here. Who was she?

Before he could make a decision on whether or not to approach her, she’d noticed him and gestured at him that he should come closer. He did, not sure what else to do. The girl was wearing a thin white dress that almost reached the ground. She was pretty, exceptionally so.

‘I wasn’t expecting another visitor,’ she said.

Her voice was soft and melodic, but betrayed little of her emotions. Thomas had always been observant and good at reading people, but with this girl he got nothing. Then again, perhaps Thomas’ reading of people was more accurate because he tended to not make assumptions.

‘Hi. I’m Thomas Lightwood. I’ve come to break the curse.’

The girl sized him up. ‘I guess you look like someone who could break the curse. But it is not an easy job to do, and I hope you’re prepared for what it will entail.’

‘I actually have no idea. The last guy who came here, he wouldn’t tell anyone what he experienced in here. So I am not really prepared. But I guess I’ll figure it out along the way, and I brought some food too.’

‘The kitchens are never empty,’ the girl said. ‘Though I admit the variance could be better and only Lady Risa is any good at cooking.’

‘I’m a good cook,’ Thomas said. ‘How many people are living here, exactly? And have you been here for the past hundred years?’

The girl laughed. ‘We’re all cursed, in our own way. We have stayed the same for the past hundred years. The prince is asleep in his chambers. You’ll see him when night falls. Lady Risa is a priestess of the Sun Goddess, but she’s also like a mother to the Prince and Princess.’

Thomas frowned. ‘Princess? I didn’t realize there was a princess too.’

‘Lady Cordelia. The last man who entered here did not know about her existence either. She is the Prince’ younger sister. She’s the daughter of the Sun Goddess and wields the Sun Sword. And I’m Grace. I’m the daughter of the Moon Goddess and as you might have guessed I’m not from Turan originally.’

‘What happened to Charles here? Why did he fail? Why did he leave?’

There was a gleam in Grace’ eyes. ‘He was chased out by Lady Risa and Princess Cordelia. His motivations to come here were selfish, and he was harming the Prince. He was not Alastair’s true love and Lady Risa and Lady Cordelia decided to remove him before he could do any more damage. Consider yourself warned.’

Thomas wondered what Charles had done to anger the Prince’ family. He wondered what it meant, Grace being the daughter of the Moon Goddess. Then he remembered something he’d been told about the Dreamless Castle long ago.

‘The stories say the Prince was cursed by the Moon,’ Thomas said slowly.

‘It was me who cast the curse. And now I’m trapped here too until the curse is lifted.’

Thomas didn’t dare ask any further. Instead, he left Grace in the courtyard and went back inside the castle. Had he been here before? The castle was so big and there weren’t exactly signs that said “This way for the sleeping Prince”. In the end, he found himself back in the kitchen, his stomach grumbling. There was a woman in there, cutting some onions and garlic. She looked around his mother’s age and had brown skin and brown curly hair.

‘So there’s a new young man here to break the curse,’ she said with an old fashioned Turanian accent. ‘I’ve been expecting you. The last one was not a very good man, but I hope you’ll be better. If not, I will not hesitate to protect Alastair.’

In the modern city, many different languages were spoken, but Turanian was still the most common, the language everyone spoke. Thomas prided himself in being nearly fluent in all of Turan’s commonly spoken languages. He’d always had a gift for languages.

‘So I’ve heard. I’ve come to help the prince,’ Thomas said. ‘Or well, to try at least.’

‘Good, good. The palace gates have been closed for so long. I sincerely hope you’re the one to break the curse.’

‘What made the difference? Why did the gate open for me and for Charles but no one else?’

‘The gate only opens once the prince’s true love lives in the city of Turan, but it’ll open for others too if they come here with the intention to wake him. Charles did intend to wake the prince, but for selfish reasons, and while he was not Alastair’s true love, the real one did live in the city already.’

‘I did live in the city when Charles went.’

‘Then perhaps it is you,’ the woman said.

‘I’m Thomas. Thomas Lightwood.’

‘My name’s Risa. I’m the priestess of Sona, Goddess of the Sun. I’m currently also the palace cook, considering Princess Cordelia has no gift for it. I hadn’t realized I’d be cooking for more people though.’

‘That’s alright, I can help,’ Thomas said. ‘I like to cook myself.’

‘That’s good. The Prince was often difficult to motivate to eat,’ Risa said. ‘I always wanted a partner for him who liked to cook, someone who could make him food so good he couldn’t resist. Let’s see what you can do.’

Thomas ended up making a big batch of lentil soup while Risa baked some flatbread to accompany it. He carried the pot of soup to the dining hall.

‘You’re strong,’ Risa said, carrying her own tray of the bread. ‘He’ll like that.’

Thomas had the idea that Risa was constantly evaluating if he’d make a good true love for the prince. She wasn’t his mother, he was the son of the Sun Goddess, but she seemed motherly towards him just the same. At dinner was Grace and a second girl around Grace’ age. She had reddish brown hair and brown skin and was dressed in a red and gold gown, her hair partially covered with fabric that fell to her waist. It was traditional Turanian, the kind of clothes Thomas had seen in a museum of pre curse Turan.

‘You must be Princess Cordelia,’ Thomas said. ‘I’m Thomas. I’ve come to break your brother’s curse.’

‘I thought so. I’ve been waiting for another man to come and try. Did you make this soup?’

‘I did,’ Thomas said. ‘I like to cook.’

‘Alastair always liked lentil soups,’ Cordelia said. ‘I hope you can make some more for him once he wakes.’

‘About that. How exactly do I wake him?’

‘It takes time,’ Cordelia said. ‘Time you’ll spend here. You’ll see him at night. This castle is dreamless, except for you.’

Thomas had no clue what Cordelia meant by that, but he wasn’t sure if it was something he could just ask. Instead, he returned to the kitchen after dinner to clean up only to find everything was put back in order already.

He decided to take a walk around the gardens instead, breathing in the air as it cooled down around him. The difference in temperature between day and night was much greater here than where he’d been born and his father had never quite grown accustomed to how hot it could become.

Lady Risa found him in the gardens when the sun began to set.

‘I’ve prepared a room for you,’ Risa said. ‘It’s one of the nicer rooms, with a balcony looking out on the gardens. I’m sure it’ll be to your liking.’

The room was nice. There was a lovely rug on the floor, a large bed with several pillows and a door opening to the balcony.

‘There’s a bathhouse on the ground floor,’ Risa added.

Turan was famous for its bathhouses, something Thomas had been unfamiliar with before he’d moved here as a child. His parents had never quite gotten used to the public bathhouses as opposed to private baths at home, but Thomas and his friends were more used to going to bathhouses together. It was were people came together to socialize and

He’d go tomorrow in the morning, right now he was too tired and wanted nothing more than to get some sleep. He fell asleep within five minutes of getting in bed. This place was called the Dreamless Castle, but Thomas did dream. He dreamt of a bedroom not unlike his but grander even. A large bed against the wall, and in it a young man with dark hair and brown skin. He looked small for the bed. He opened his dark eyes, and pushed himself up into a

‘Who are you?’ the young man asked.

‘Thomas Lightwood,’ he said.

‘I take it you’ve come to wake me, then,’ he said.

‘You… seem rather awake.’

The Prince rolled his eyes. ‘We’re dreaming. I am still very much asleep. It’s been a while since I dreamed.’

‘Right, you only dream now that I’m here?’

‘That’s part of the curse breaking process,’ Alastair said. ‘Since I’m asleep, you have to meet me here. We’re in my bedroom now, but I control pretty much every aspect of the dream.’

‘And how do I break the curse?’

‘It’s quite simple, really,’ Alastair said. ‘You have to love me. Romantically, that is. Familial love doesn’t work or my sister would have gotten me out of here a long time ago.’

‘That doesn’t sound too hard.’

‘Doesn’t it? I’ve been told I’m a very unlikeable person, and growing to love someone is hardly something that happens fast. You’d have to stay here for quite some time and get to know me. Or leave and give up. I imagine that’s what the last one did.’

‘Actually, your sister and lady Risa chased him out. They claimed he hurt you.’

Alastair shrugged. ‘In a way, I guess. He could never have broken my curse. He wanted me, but didn’t love me. That’s not how the curse works. Only genuine love can break it.’

‘What about you, do you have to love me back?’ Thomas asked.

‘I don’t have to, to break the curse. But it would be rather cruel to make someone love me while not loving them in return, wouldn’t it?’

‘That’s hardly something you can control.’

‘No. But I can narrow it down. That’s why everyone knows it has to be a man who breaks my curse. Theoretically, a woman could if she were to fall in love with me, but I could never love her back and I wouldn’t do that to someone.’

‘Risa said the castle only starts letting people in once your true love lives in Turan.’

‘That’s true,’ Alastair said. ‘Grace added that to the curse. To make it easier, and so I wouldn’t have to spend the eternity of my curse entertaining random men to make them love me. I don’t think she expected it to take so long. But even now, you could free me without being the true love destiny had in mind. As long as you can grow to love me.’

‘Okay,’ Thomas said. ‘I’ll try my best. But I’m not sure I can control what I feel.’

‘You can’t. All we can do is get to know each other and see where it goes. If after a couple of dreams, you decide I’m awful and you could never love me, you’re free to go. Do spread word of your experience though. If others decide to give it a try, the curse might actually break.’

Thomas did love the idea of the Prince, he guessed. He always had. But to break the curse, he would have to love the real Alastair, and that could only come with time and compatibility, by getting to know each other.

‘I never really believed in one true love myself,’ Thomas said. ‘What if that one person lives on the other side of the world? Chances are you’d never meet?’

‘Most people don’t have one true love. Just people who are more or less compatible with them as partners, or even no need or desire for a partner at all. But I’m the son of a Goddess, and the rules are a little different for me. It wouldn’t have been such a big deal if it weren’t for my curse, even with destiny I still have a choice. But my mother told me my one true love would be good for me, so I hope I can find him someday. I hope it’s you.’

‘Okay. I hope so too. But for me to love you, I’d have to know you first. Maybe you could tell me a little more about yourself,’ Thomas said.

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#Alastair Carstairs #Thomas Lightwood #Grace Blackthorn #Cordelia Carstairs #Risa (shadowhunters)#the last hours #tlh #soulmate au #sleeping beauty au #alastember 2022

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khaleesiofalicante · 2 years

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I AM REALLY EXCITED TO LIVE BLOG TODAY BECAUSE I HAVEN'T DONE THIS IN A WHILE

I am also singing Hamilton but that's another matter

The title suggests there is daughter talk because they wanted to name her Brooklyn

I just read the first line and didn't understand a single word sir what

oh wow look at my boy go YES ALEC YOU'RE DOING GREAT

This is one of the worst things about being a politician. Not being able to say what you want and how you want to say it. You always have to sugarcoat it with a safe vocabulary.

Which is why I wouldn't survive a day. I would just punch someone in the face

If you only want to work with the good ones, then you won’t get to work with half of Congress.”

Ikr ugh. Fuck this shit

DUDE STOP SMOKING

AYYY JIA AND ALEC WORKING TOGETHER IN LA YEEEE

But he wants to be the governor of NY. Wouldn't it be better if he learned from the stupid ass here even if we all hate him?

oh, I guess not. Jia is excellent though it would be great

JIA AS PRESIDENT HELL YEAH

Oh yeah, all the changes happening.

OH YEAH THEY KNOW ABOUT CLARY NOW YAY

very high-key worried about Magnus :D

He just needs to know what’s wrong so he can fix it.

You can't fix this. You can't fix everything, Alec.

I just know the fixing thing is going to ruin shit :)

Robert is an asshole but he's an asshole who's trying so that's something. It is quite awkward though which means it is very entertaining

aww thats so cute

Alec baby that's so weird but also so fucking endearing

ayyy he's going to Brooklyn

Alec wonders if good means white, American, catholic, and heterosexual.

Oh damn

ALL THE FUCKING PARALLELS BETWEEN MALEC AND MARYSE AND ROBERT'S DIVORCE I WILL FUCKING JUMP OFF A CLIFF

To live alone without any kind of love. In a mansion, no less.

crying sobbing shaking

Not being able to tell the people you love that you love them.

Tis bout me? But yeah.

wait a fucking second-

THEY WERE ON CALL??? WHY DID I THINK THEY WERE SITTING NEXT TO EACH OTHER BYE IM DONE I MISSED THIS I NEED TO STOP SINGING ALONG TO MUSICALS WHILE READING

I pity his lungs

MAGNUSSSS

fuck assignments <3

I say that as if I am not on vacation

Magnus just randomly knowing facts THAT'S SO FUCKING HOT

Look at that consent! We stan!

Ah yes...the headache

“Now. Do you happen to know anything about the American political system?”

More than you'd think actually since I am not even American.

“I heard the future governor of New York is about to get a first class blow job,” Magnus says – with an equally serious tone.

You don't say, Mr Bane

The effortless love between them.

GONNA SCREAM INTO THE VOID BRB

“Let the doing commence!” Magnus announces with a cheer.

I WHEEZED MAGNUS-

THEY'RE GOING TO BROOKLYN LET'S GOOO

Magnus, you shouldn't be driving without a licence.

Hello I love timeline 1 Malec's banter so fucking much

They get on the highway, chatting here and there about this and that. Alec loves it. He wants it forever.

I LOVE THEM SO FUCKING MUCH LOOK AT THEM

EYES ON THE ROAD LIGHTWOOD

oh yes this conversation

MAGNUS WHATEVER YOU CHOOSE IT SHOULD NOT BE FOR ALEC

aww, Jace buying Clary flowers...

Alec is gonna ask Jace where the fuck his sweetheart roses are. But later.

SCREAMING

“Do you have a flower that says 'Look I know you wanted to move back to Cambridge, and I know New Jersey is a bit of a dump. But for me everywhere feels better when I am with you. So, I was just hoping it would feel the same to you. I really want us to live together, not just the next year but every year after that. I know New York doesn’t feel like home to you yet. But it doesn’t have to be because I don’t want New York to be your home, Magnus. I want to be your home. Forever. So, let me be your home. I’ll make it worth it. I promise'.”

the florist does not get paid enough for this

of course, Magnus heard that :)

Look up to where I said the florist does not get paid enough for this. Please don't fight.

tlnd makes me feel a lot and brings back a lot of shit from the past which is part of the reason I don't really live blog about it much. It is a lot. But today's good. I think. This is good

“Do you have a flower that says 'You really an idiot if you think you aren’t already my home and my everything. I will move anywhere for you, and yes, that includes the dump that is New Jersey. But I just need some time to figure out some personal things – including my scholarship and my…some other things I have left back in London. But yes, I do want to live with you and yes, I want forever with you. So, can you be patient with me until I figure this out? I’ll make it worth it. I promise'.”

The poor florist is just like "send help there are helpless gays in here who have involved me in their crisis"

okay, they're good. that's good

AWW CLARY

Alec's so done lmao

oh no, these two cannot draw...

I want to get my face painted now.

NOT THE EXTINCT ALEC PLEASE-

The girl's so sweet omg

THEY ARE SO FUCKING CUTE

But some of the kids only hear ‘paint fight’ and start throwing paint at each other and well, Clary's mother is not very happy about it at all.

I FUCKING LOVE THIS! LOOK AT THEM GO

Aww, the butterfly girl :((

Alec comforting her omg I love

HE'S SO ADORABLE WITH KIDS

This is what Magnus meant, isn't it? That he decided he wanted to have kids with Alec while they were in Brooklyn

Alec chuckles. “I mean, it’s not that hard. They are very tiny. Tiny things are manageable.” “You better not be talking about me, Lightwood!” Clary comes running downstairs.

CRYING LMAO CLARY

the middle lessgoo

I see we skipped straight to it on the first line

OH MY GOD THIS IS NOT SEXUAL WHY IS MY BRAIN LIKE THIS

okay what is this about now

Oh Magnus that is perfectly okay. You need to talk to Alec of course but he'll get it. You're so valid for this!

So you explain, baby.

Ah I see

“I would rather not say the name,” Magnus says quietly.

MY HEART BROKE

They keep telling him it will get better. But they don’t tell him when. So, Magnus waits. He is just tired of waiting now.

This hit me really hard. I was going through some old journals today and yeah...this.

oh right that slipped my mind

Will the baby forget his face too?

MAGNUS NO TELL ME THIS DOESN'T MEAN WHAT I THINK IT DOES

Luca is making lots of sense hello I need a Luca

“We all make accommodations for the people we love,” Luca says. “It’s part of being in a relationship. Compromise. Everyone does that. That’s not the issue. The issue is not knowing where to draw the line. The issue is not understanding where they stop and where you begin.” Magnus swallows. “It might start with little things like wearing glasses to look older so that one’s husband doesn’t get called a cradle robber,” Luca says. “But where does it end? Something for you to think about.”

I had to slap a hand over my mouth the noises that escaped me holy fucking shit

But yes about the first part!

DILFMAGNUS I CAN'T

I mean they're right

AYY IT'S MY BABIES LOOK AT EM

They're so excited...😭😭

ALL OF THEM MAKING JOKES ABOUT CLARY'S HEIGHT LMAO

“Brooklyn is such a confusing name,” Georgia notes. “What if you ask someone where is Brooklyn and they say ‘In New York, Duh.”

Babe your name is Georgia.

BABY BOOK OMG I AM GONNA CRY

“You know,” Clary says. “If those two don’t get together when they are older, Jace might throw a fit.”

nervous laughter

Magnus this doesn't make you a bad parent at all.

Oh-

Clary squeezes his hand. “You have brought so love into Alec’s life, Magnus. God knows Jace has told me enough times. So, don’t be afraid of taking some of it away. Sometimes you need it more than he does.”

Remember that thing Luca said about compromise? Yeah.

JACE AHJUSDHUHISD

I think I am gonna make myself food wait

it's like 1 20 am and I am frying chicken rolls let's hope I don't burn the house

wait how much oil do I need for this?

anyway

“Max can come with us,” Jace gasps suddenly. “We can cuddle with lions.” “Please don’t get my child killed,” Magnus notes.

I wanna cuddle with lions!

And I'm sure Max will be fine...mostly

HELL YEAH FUCK WHITE PEOPLE

“You know I am white, right?” Alec asks dryly, sipping on a cup of coffee “And we love you in spite of it,” Max says solemnly.

We really do Alec. Despite you being white.

NO, BECAUSE RAFAEL SAME IM THE CONCERNED ELDEST TOO

JHJHSDCJD ALEC-

Again not exactly how that works but sure

ah yes, shinyun.

Let's be honest here, Shinyun and Magnus would make a hot baby

Alec don't come for me

“But friends should be able to have babies with each other,” Max points out. “Right, David?” David, poor thing, goes scarlet.

OH GOD MAX-

oh difficult conversations let's go I hate confrontation so fucking much

my rolls are officially frying in the oil that has been heated

For some reason, it pisses Magnus off. “Do not undermine me like that, Alexander. I’m capable of making sound decisions with or without my depression.”

Yeah this really pissed me off too

oh damn wow okay

I think I should have added more oil...

Oh fuck.

Listen. Tell them if you want to tell them. Not because it will make things easier for Alec

the car ride home I... :(

oh wow pain

I AM GONNA CRY IN A DITCH SOMEWHERE

My rolls are here I shall cry into them

the end

MAGNUS SEEMS HAPPY IM HAPPY

AWW RAFAEL

The simpler times...

ayyy the best friend challenge

they are so cute MY HEART

aww the tiktok challenge is so cute

ayyy this is amazing

Alec is so fucking hot for this omg I love this white man

Alec chuckles at that. “I didn’t know homosexuality is criminalized in more than 80 countries until I researched about it when I figured out my sexuality. I didn’t know there was a trans military ban until one of my close friends had to resign from duty after her transition. I didn’t know immigrants were not allowed to carry a permanent driving license until I was informed by a friend of mine. You see, we go about our lives, without knowing the laws that dictate this very life we live.”

The students are eerily quiet then.

“You need to know your laws. You need to know what laws there are to protect you. You need to know what laws are against you,” Alec says and then looks at the chancellor. “I was told that I have permission to say the F word once. But I’m gonna say it twice, I apologize in advance. If I can give one piece of advice to you as you move forward into a new chapter of your lives, it’s this. Give a fuck. About yourself. About your country. About the world. That’s all you need to do. Most importantly, give a fuck about other people. That’s the only way we can build a country that’s safe for everyone. Thank you and congratulations.”

BABE YES! I LOVE YOU!

THE REWINDING BIT MY HEART HURTS

ah yes when you're simping over your ex husband and your girlfriend shows up

OH THIS YEAH

Hey, whatever the results, they don't define you

Oh...

British insults are just something else

“People who judge other people for their bodies aren’t worth thinking about, Shinyun,” Magnus says. “I don’t know if that’s why Asmodeus didn’t write Edom to you. All I know is that he missed out. And I know we will figure this out. Together.”

I love their friendship so so much.

AND FUCK PEOPLE WHO JUDGE YOU BASED ON THIS THEY HAVE NO FUCKING RIGHT TO

I will literally burn you alive

Ah yes. Giving relationship advice to your girlfriend

It’s hard to go from ‘I want to be your home and I want to be your forever’ to ‘so what are your hobbies’.

OH OUCH

You're so valid for this Magnus!!

“You know, you think you know yourself,” Magnus hums back. “You think you know who you are. But then you have kids. And they unlock this entirely different version of you. They make you do things you never knew you had the strength to do. They make you feel things you didn’t know you were capable of feeling. It doesn’t matter where they come from or who they come out of, Shinyun. All children have that power.”

This made me so emotional Magnus :((

He could find a thousand people to date.

But he will never find another person to be the father of his children.

No.

That privilege only belongs to one person.

I will throw myself out of a window

He knows what it is like to raise a child with Alec. The endless love they find within each other to give to their children. That’s what he wants. Nothing more or nothing less.

THAT IS SO FUCKING SAD AND SWEET AT THE SAME TIME NO ONE TALK TO ME

lmao shinyun's naming random cities-

we're all just humans. He's right.

Magnus laughs at that. “Shinyun, this isn’t the British empire.” “Of course not,” she agrees. “This is far more important.”

So true omg. The other day my friends and I were planning on killing all of them and bringing back Diana

“Allow me to educate you in a way that you will understand,” Shinyun says as she puts down the wine glass. “Edom is my Alexander.”

Babe that is a COMPANY

Anyway good for you, love!

listen I said that y'all would make cute babies but it is also in my best interest to keep Alec from ruining his career by doing something rash so uh-

okay yeah she's so right

HELL YEAH I AM PROUD OF YOU TOO BABE!!!

Their friendship is so fucking cute

Not the baby video...FUCK YOU ALL

okay good night love you

Evie hello. It’s good to see you and I missed your unhinged live blogging. You get a tiktok.

This is Rafe 🥺

#tlnd

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blackthvrns · 3 years

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here is the reminder that

gideon "scone-hider" lightwood

and

gabriel "you seem to really like that horse" lightwood

and

christopher "shes quiet shes prolly interested i should keep talking" lightwood

AND

thomas "chokes when he finds out alastair is arriving to london" lightwood

are the ancestors of

alec "falls down the stairs on his first date" lightwood

and then you have anna lightwood and isabelle lightwood

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wagner-fell · 3 years

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“Hello baby.” Alastair stood over his sibling’s crib, a wide smile spread across his face. He was tired beyond belief but seeing their tiny form never failed to bring him joy.

“It’s me,” said Kit, wagging a finger at her as if she were awake to see it, “your big brother!”

“I haven’t been the best brother in the past.”

“I haven’t been the best at building and maintaining relationships in the past.”

“But you, baby…”

“But you, Mina…”

“You make me want to try. Make me want to be the best I can for you. Because I love you so much my heart breaks at the thought of you getting hurt, let alone me being the cause of it.

Alastair sat down on the soft carpeting of the nursery, still staring at his sibling’s unmoving form. “I’m not going to hide this fact from you. You deserve to know, something I failed to acknowledge with elder your sister, Cordelia. You see, baby, we had a rotten father.”

“I didn’t have the greatest dad. But he’s not in my life anymore. Now your daddy takes care of me, of us. And Mina, take it from me, your daddy is pretty great.”

“However, our mother is incredible. Sure, she made some mistakes but she is willing to admit she made them and that’s why she is truly marvellous.”

“So is your mommy. She’s awesome. Like yesterday, she told me my shoes were rad. She doesn’t have the best understanding of pop culture. But you and me?We will help her get there. Together.”

“Oh and we can’t forget about your Khâleh Risa. Don’t betray me by notifying her I told you of this but crabbling you is the happiest I’ve ever seen her. Same with Cordelia, but she doesn’t hide her euphoria.”

“You also have me.”

“You have me too.”

“I love you so much, Mina. Did I already tell you that? I’m sorry. Damn it. I was supposed to be your cool big brother and I’m already so fucking awkward.”

“I will protect you always.”

“Wait, I meant, er, fudging awkward. Yep! That’s what I said!”

“You will never feel ashamed of any aspect of your identity as long as I can help it.”

“That’s a saying, right? Fudging?” Kit ran his fingers through his hair, tugging on it slightly in distress.

“And if you do, I will be at your side to remind you it is society making you doubt yourself. You are not to blame for those thoughts.”

“Please don’t let that be your first word, please don’t let that be your first word. Raziel, if your listening, I know my entire existence has been dedicated to pissing you off even since I found out you were real, but I’m begging you not take your revenge in this way.”

Alastair checked the wrist watch Thomas had gotten him and swore silently to himself. “Well, I better be off to bed, baby.” He stood and gingerly brushed his lips against their forehead, praying they would stay sleeping. It had taken him hours to coax them to sleep.

“Well I’m gonna go to bed before I can corrupt you further. That’s the house ghost’s job.” Kit stared at her for a few seconds before making his way over to the door.

“Goodnight. And may no horrid dream invade your mind. Because trust me baby, every member of this family would personally fight whatever monster terrorized your mind. You are so so loved.”

With their final declarations of love said, both boys opened the door to the same room and exited with equal amounts of care.

It was hard to say which child would grow up receiving more affection. But what was easy to say was this.

Neither Carstairs child would suffer any of the sorrows their elder brothers had at the hand of their fathers and many, many years before Kit Herondale was even conceived, Alastair Carstairs would die a happy man because of that simple fact.

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This is one of my first non-Mari fics so idk who to tag. Sorry if you were tagged in this but didn‘t want to be lol.

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banesapothecary · 3 years

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all the lies we tell ourselves

read on ao3

The others don’t notice, but Magnus does.

The blonde Shadowhunter’s face appears in the memory demon’s smoke, and Alec schools his features carefully, like he’s been practicing for years. He probably has. But Magnus has been watching him all night, and he sees it: the moment of panic, the furtive gaze towards his parabatai like he’s about to be caught, before smoothing his expression into one unaffected.

The others don’t notice because of course Alec would love his parabatai and, if Magnus’s memory served him right, his adopted brother.

Magnus wonders briefly if that’s the crux of why Alec feels what he feels, that Jace would always be unattainable—a choice he could never really make. He’s so completely and fully out of reach because of who he already is in Alec’s life, that Alec never has to risk anything at all. A safe outlet for the feelings he outwardly deflects.

It breaks Magnus’s heart a little to see this Nephilim yearning for something he can’t ever have to protect himself what he can’t bear to lose.

He’s seen the world through so many changes, but he still remembers a time he stood in Alexander Lightwood’s very position.

Just days ago, he had scoffed at Dot for being willing to risk her life to help a Shadowhunter. And now here he is, finding himself wanting nothing more than to help this young Nephilim—one who’s own parents would have once wanted Magnus’s eyes as trophy, if they didn’t still.

He turns away from the young Lightwood as the memory demon faces him. For a tense second, Magnus fears Camille’s face will flash in front of him, despite all he’s done to move on from her cold love. But then, instead, his mother’s face flashes in front of him. He blinks in surprise, but he pushes it aside for later.

Now, there’s a demon to consult.

***

"There's nothing to be ashamed of, Alec."

Alec turns abruptly, as if he'd been unaware of Magnus's presence despite standing in front of him. Perhaps he hadn't noticed, Magnus thinks. He'd seen the way the young Shadowhunter's gaze had been locked on his parabatai. The blonde one is talking to Clary, helping her make sense of the memories the demon had just returned to her, Magnus presumes. Though he'd have to be blind not to notice the way Jace Wayland looks at her. Or the way Alec watches him look.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Magnus nods. "You will."

The Shadowhunter doesn't answer, but Magnus sees the tense line of his shoulders.

"I don't think any of them noticed," he says, and he isn't sure why, really, except that he's been here before. He’d long since stopped trying to hide who he is, but he imagines doing that is much harder for a Shadowhunter who didn't look much older than 20. "He's your parabatai. They probably expected it."

Alec's eyes snap to his. He looks unsettled, like a spooked horse. Magnus braces himself involuntarily for the horse to rear. "If you--"

Magnus raises his hands placatingly, already suspecting how that sentence would end. "I won't tell a soul. This isn't mine to share, only yours."

Alec deflates, and his shoulders drop. "Thank you," he says, and it sounds torn between reluctance and relief.

"I won't push," Magnus says, "but if you ever need to talk to...someone about this, I'm willing to listen." He doesn't know what's come over him, exactly, but that feeling from the rave is nagging at him. It's a feeling that says I need to know you, and it's one Magnus hasn't felt in near a century.

Alec swallows, seeming to consider the offer. "Why?" he asks finally.

Magnus smiles. "Been there before. A long time ago and probably in much different circumstances. For one, I didn't have to worry about what the Clave would think. They already hated me." He winks, and Alec's mouth curves up in an amused smile.

"Alec," Jace calls. "We might have a lead."

"Coming," Alec says. He nods to Magnus. "Thanks. Uh, duty calls."

"Of course," Magnus says, smiling. "Thank you again for the assist earlier, by the way."

Alec's cheeks turn pink and something twists in Magnus's stomach. "Just doing my job."

"Don't be so modest," Magnus says softly. "There are plenty of Shadowhunters who would have just walked away from a warlock in danger."

"Guess I'm not most Shadowhunters," Alec says, grinning. "And you looked like you could've handled it without my help."

"And yet you helped anyway," Magnus says. "I won't forget that." He nods towards the loft's front door, through which the other Shadowhunters have already disappeared. "Don't leave them waiting, pretty boy."

Alec blushes again, and Magnus decides red suits him beautifully. He flashes an awkward smile before running to catch up with his friends, leaving Magnus alone in the loft.

It's much quieter now than it had been before the Circle found him. The warlocks he'd invited into his home for their own safety had filled it with a delightful din. The sort of comforting sounds he imagines come with community. With family.

And when Valentine's henchmen had found them, all of that erupted into chaos. Magnus is grateful so many of the warlocks escaped unscathed, especially Zoe. Magnus had always known Valentine Morgenstern to be a ruthless, unforgiving sort of man, the kind of man who would do whatever it took to make the world in his image. But even Magnus hadn't thought he would stoop so low as to attack a child, a little girl, regardless of the blood in her veins.

Magnus feels his own blood boil. Clary had told him earlier that he couldn't hide anymore. She's right, and he knows it. He smiles to himself. Funny how a girl who had only known of the Shadow World for a few days could see what he hadn't.

But it isn't just Clarissa Fairchild or the danger to the warlock community that makes him see what he's refused to.

It's Alec Lightwood.

His question to Dot echoes again in his mind: Are you really willing to risk your life for a Shadowhunter?

Magnus sighs, snapping his fingers to summon a martini despite the strain the evening has put on his magic. He needs a drink.

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imherongraystairstrash · 3 years

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Hello there you beautfiul blog user and writer! If you are open to accept prompts or to get ideas to future fics may I suggest a fic of lil Christopher Lightwood and when their parents found out he needed some glasses? I love how well you write him

Hello beautiful Anon!! Thank you so much for the request! It's called August for literally no reason whatsoever, btw. Anyway here’s little Kit getting his first pair of distance glasses (as a user of said glasses, I’m drawing from personal experiences).

August

Characters: Christopher Lightwood, Gabriel Lightwood & Cecily Lightwood/Herondale

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“Good, Kit,” Gabriel said from where he was kneeling beside the small boy.

His son smiled up at him with wide, blue eyes—that looked lilac purple in the sunlight—and put down his bow. “Did I get it in the centre?”

“Almo—” Gabriel furrowed his eyebrows, “What do you mean? Can’t you see the target?”

Kit squinted his eyes. “A tiny bit. But I can’t see the arrow.”

Gabriel’s confusion grew. “Son,” he said, standing and walking a couple of metres away from where he was standing. “How many fingers am I holding up?”

“Three.”

Gabriel was indeed holding up three fingers. “Hm.” He said. “I guess you couldn’t possibly need new glasses.”

Christopher shrugged.

“Perhaps your current glasses are interfering. Here, take them off.”

Kit obliged. He looked at the arrow and fumbled with the string, trying to see where the arrow’s tail was.

“Papa, I’m getting dizzy.” He said.

“Oh, then never mind, put them back on.” Gabriel said, quickly, not wanting Christopher to get a headache.

Once Kit adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose, both of them stood there, thinking about what they should do.

“Can we just continue training?” Kit asked.

“Yes,” Gabriel said, a relieved smile on his face.

…

“Are you teaching our five-year-old son how to shoot a bow and arrow?” Cecily asked from the doorway, a while later.

Gabriel glanced at her momentarily and nodded.

Cecily leaned her hip against the doorframe and crossed her arms. “Is he good?”

“His form is exceptional, but he can’t seem to shoot it to the center.”

“Well,” Cecily said, walking inside and kneeling down beside her son. He did, in fact, have perfect form, something he somehow must have inherited from his father. “He doesn’t have to excel at it.”

“Of course not.” Gabriel said. “I’m just confused.”

Kit shot the arrow and skipped over to the target. “It’s closer!” He said turning to his parents excitedly.

“Wonderfully done, Kit bach,” Cecily said, smiling widely.

Gabriel sighed at how naturally Cecily could speak to their children and encourage them. Whenever he tried it, he felt awkward. Will sometimes teased him at times over how he couldn’t train children. Cecily told him to just treat them as though he were training adolescents or adults, that his children won’t think anything of him being less enthusiastic.

“Why is he walking up to the target?” Cecily asked, interrupting his thoughts.

“He says he can’t see it well.”

Cecily craned her head to look at him. “He probably needs glasses.”

“He already has glasses.” Gabriel pointed out.

“Other types of glasses, you nitwit. Ones for long distances. Didn’t that cross your mind?”

“It did! I even checked to see if he needed them.”

“How?”

“I held up some fingers and he could see them just fine.” Gabriel said, defensively.

Cecily gave him the you’re-a-fool face. “Of course he can bloody see your fingers! That’s not a proper test as to whether he can see or not!” she said, exasperated.

“Then how do we test it?” Gabriel asked.

Cecily set Kit’s bow and took hold of his hand, pulling him along. “We leave it to the experts.”

…

He has Myopia as well as Hyperopia. I’d even say he is more nearsighted than farsighted.

“What does that mean?” Gabriel whispered to Cecily.

“I don’t know,” Cecily mouthed.

Brother Jeremiah looked into Christopher’s eyes, and Gabriel had the urge to go to his son and spare him the sight. Christopher shifted from where he was sitting, trying to look at his parents. Jeremiah put a hand on his chin to keep his gaze on him, so that he could see his eyes better. Cecily took Gabriel’s hand as if to say, calm down; he’ll be alright.

Gabriel squeezed it back and watched as Jeremiah closed the lids of Kit’s eyes and hovered his fingers over them.

He must have told Kit to open his eyes, because suddenly they flew open.

Gabriel didn’t understand the procedure The Brothers used for checking eyesight. All he knew was that after a while, Brother Jeremiah took Kit’s glasses and turned to Gabriel and Cecily, waiting for one of them to follow him.

Cecily used Gabriel’s knee to get up and went with Brother Jeremiah to get the glasses fixed while Gabriel stayed with Christopher.

Gabriel walked over to his son and sat down next to him.

“Well, son, I’ll admit that I have no idea what’s wrong with your glasses.” He said with a half smile.

“I can’t see far away.” Kit said. “Myopia means my eyes are curved differently, so they can’t focus the light normally. So, I can’t see from far away as well as up close.”

Gabriel turned to him, surprised. “How did you know that?”

“Uncle Henry explained it to me.” He said, shrugging. “I wanted to know why I needed glasses in the first place.”

Gabriel ruffled his hair. “You always know the right questions to ask, don’t you, ducks?”

He didn’t know how he ended up with a son like Christopher, who had such a sharp mind at so young. The reason as to why some people needed glasses had never crossed his mind, but Kit’s mind seemed to always be working, questioning why things and people were the way they were. Some people thought that Christopher was absent-minded, but Gabriel knew that it was because his brain was constantly working, not engaging in the current conversation, because it paled in comparison to what he was thinking about, or because there were too many things going on at once.

He looked at his son, who was looking up at him with wide eyes and his head tilted to the side. He looked like his beautiful mother in that small gesture.

“Can you even see me?” Gabriel asked, with a smile.

“Not really. You’re a little blurry.”

“Blurry.”

“A Papa-looking blur.”

Gabriel laughed out loud as Cecily came inside.

“We’re in luck,” She announced. “The Brother’s have temporary glasses with Christopher’s exact prescription that he can use while his are being fixed.” She came over with said glasses and carefully put them on Kit.

They immediately slipped down his nose.

“I think they’re a bit too big.” Gabriel said.

“Well, it’s that or he doesn’t see.” Cecily said, laughing.

…

“Do you like Kit’s temporary glasses, Cecy?” Gabriel asked, knowing perfectly well that she adored them.

“He is the most adorable little thing that’s walked the planet.” Cecily said, glancing at Christopher, who was lagging a bit behind them, staring at the witchlight stones as they passed by them, walking out of the Basilias.

“Enjoy it while you can,” Gabriel said, opening the doors for the others to go out, “next week he gets his actual glasses back.”

“Don’t remind me,” Cecily said mournfully.

Gabriel held out his hand for Christopher to take, and was surprised when he didn’t take it.

Gabriel looked down and realized that he wasn’t even there. “Kit?” he asked.

Cecily and Gabriel both stopped and turned around. Christopher stood frozen a couple of steps behind them, his jaw hanging open as he stared up at the trees.

“What’s the matter, Kit?” Cecily asked.

“I can see each individual leaf.” He mumbled. “If I wanted to, I could count them all!” He looked up at his mother with a huge grin on his face.

Cecily had always had a soft spot for her son, but with the oversized frames on his small head, the bridge slipping down his nose occasionally, Cecily felt her heart melting.

“You could,” she said, holding out a hand for him to take. “But then you’d miss all of the other beautiful things you can now see.”

Christopher took her hand, casting a long look at the tree before following her.

There was a slight skip to his step as he looked around, taking in the world, his gaze always returning to the trees, which seemed to be the most fascinating revelation.

“Are you going to go back home and practice archery with your father?” Cecily asked.

Kit nodded happily.

Cecily didn’t think Gabriel really understood that Kit only really liked archery because it was time he could spend with his father. He was always nervous in anything that had to do with fatherhood, terrified that he’d end up like Benedict.

Cecily had told him time and time again that his children will love him unconditionally, unless he gave them reason not to, but she also knew that it was hard for Gabriel. His relationship with his father was a mixture of love and abuse, the line between the two becoming so unnoticeable, that Gabriel had a hard time telling the difference.

Cecily had faith in him, however. Especially as she looked at Gabriel and Kit in front of her, the latter sitting on the former’s shoulders, taking his glasses on and off, comparing the way he could see without glasses and the way he could see with them on.

Christopher turned around. “Mama, I can see the entire world!” He held his arms out wide, a wide grin on his face, as though he were presenting its beauty.

Cecily laughed and put a hand on his back, “Yes, bach, the world is a beautiful place, isn’t it?” She looked at Gabriel. He took her hand, kissing the back of it and let their interlaced hands swing between them as they walked back home.

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luciehercndale · 3 years

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How Does it Feel

Since everyone talked about Jesse meeting his uncles Gabriel and Gideon (and his aunts too), I’ve decided to write a fic about this.

Rating: T Words: 1779

The day Jesse Blackthorn returned to London, he never thought he would get this much attention. Well, he did expect people to be shocked. He was alive, after everyone had known he had been dead for years. But he never expected the affection, considering how Will and James Herondale had glared at him during most of their time in Cornwall, while they tried to convince Lucie that the best thing to do was going back.

“Why are you stubborn, Lucie? You’ve never been stubborn,” Will told her. “You, please, say something,” he told Jesse, who hadn’t interfered, thinking that it was better if he didn’t voice his thoughts if no one asked him.

“Lucie,” he said gently. “Your father is right. We should go back to London. We can’t stay here forever.”

She glanced at him, and he could read the panic in her eyes. “If we return…” She left the phrase hanging, but he knew what she was thinking. Once it was known to everyone what they did, there would be consequences.

“You don’t have to worry,” he tried to comfort her. “We are going to be okay.” He longed to touch her cheek, but he decided that it was too much to do in front of her family, considering that they might believe it was his fault that she was far from home. He was sure that they didn’t hate him. That it was just a father and a brother who were bothered from their daughter and sister running away with a guy, unmarried.

She nodded at him, and then looked at her father. “Then I guess we should leave.”

Jesse remembered the crestfallen expression on Will’s face as Lucie left them and got ready to go. He turned to him and managed a smile, and that was when he realized that he had probably gained his trust.

There were a few people waiting outside of the London Institute, the evening they were finally back. He knew who they were because he had seen them, but they never did. He recognized Lucie’s mother Tessa, speaking to Cecily Lightwood. His aunt. Her husband, Gabriel, was folding and unfolding his hands in front of him expectantly, while his brother Gideon was telling something to him. He turned his head towards the carriage when he heard the noise of the horses coming closer to the entrance. His wife Sophie also glanced towards them. James had probably told them they were on their way, since he had taken off with one of the horses once they arrived in London.

“They’re all here,” Lucie commented, and touched Jesse’s hand. Her father had fallen asleep during the ride home, that was why she did it. “Is that alright?”

“We can’t control people, Lucie,” he grinned. “And why wouldn’t it be alright? Do you not want to see your uncles and aunts?”

“Of course, I do. I’ve missed them,” she said. “I meant you.”

“What about me?”

“I’m sure they’re also here for you. And you,” she paused. “Might want to be alone.”

He still forgot how it felt to be alive, and to be seen. He wasn’t sure he wanted to see them now. He had been curious about them for years, and only dared to watch them from afar while in his ghost form. He had only met his uncle Gideon once, years ago. He felt a little overwhelmed, but he didn’t say anything. He offered her another smile, then squeezed her hand. Her father cleared his voice and frowned, but Lucie rolled her eyes at him.

“I hope Bridget is already preparing something because I’m starving,” Will said, as the carriage stopped in front of the Institute, and he got off.

He left his side of the carriage open for them, and Jesse took a breath before he also exited the vehicle. He extended his hand to Lucie, whose eyes widened because she didn’t expect it. They had never ridden in a carriage before, in the real sense. He had kept her company in there several times, while he was a ghost. But he had always vanished before she could get off. And he hadn’t been solid - he couldn’t have possibly offered his hand. He realized his hand was sweaty, but Lucie was wearing gloves. She wouldn’t notice.

“We thought you wouldn’t arrive anymore,” Cecily said. “James was here long ago. We were freezing.”

“Nobody asked you to wait outside, Cecy,” Will replied. He was half hugging his wife when Jesse and Lucie turned towards the group of people waiting for them. They caught them kissing, but the others didn’t seem to mind.

“We’ve been,” Gabriel then said, calmly, as if he couldn’t find the words. “Waiting. Waiting for you. Both of you.” He was watching them intently, especially Jesse. He had to look away, his cheeks were surely red by now. “We missed you.”

“Thanks, uncle. I also missed you all,” Lucie said giddily. “May I introduce you to Jesse?”

There was an awkward silence at first. For some reason, no one talked. “I’m very pleased to meet you,” Jesse said, his voice didn’t waver like he expected. “Mrs. Herondale, Mr. and Mrs. Lightwood, and Mr. and Mrs. Lightwood.”

“We’re very pleased to meet you as well, my dear boy,” Sophie said, smiling.

“Yes, we’ve wanted to meet you for a long time,” Gideon echoed.

Lucie squeezed his arm to encourage him.

“I can’t believe you’re really here,” uncle Gabriel said. He didn’t give him time to answer, because he enveloped his nephew in a hug.

Jesse didn’t know how to react to that. He didn’t expect all of this excitement, this warm welcome. So he just patted his uncle’s back until he was ready to let him go. Once they separated, Gabriel seemed quite moved. The thought that someone other than Lucie and Grace cared about him to the point of tearing up, made him want to cry as well. He felt tired. He grinned, trying to hold back the tears.

“Why don’t we all get inside? They’ve travelled a long way, they should rest,” Gideon suggested, and the others nodded in agreement.

The group split once they got inside. Tessa greeted them and went her own way with her husband, letting everyone know that they would not join them for dinner, but they would surely see each other later. Jesse wondered what dinner, since it was likely after nine, but he had to admit he was hungry. He’d missed being hungry.

“Bridget has prepared dinner for you,” Cecily said, once they gathered in the drawing room. “She also prepared something for James, but he fled on his horse after he told us you were coming.”

“Do you like chicken soup, Jesse? That’s what she said she’d made,” Gideon added. “But with that woman, you never know,” he shrugged.

“I like everything,” he answered. “Anything is fine.”

“Would you like to stay with us?” Gabriel inquired, making everyone turn in his direction. Cecily seemed to glare at him, murmuring that he had just returned from a long trip and to give him a break.

“Wow, Gabriel. You didn’t even let him rest. You don’t have to respond now, Jesse. And, by the way, that offer also stands on my part,” Gideon said.

“Gideon!” Gabriel huffed. “That’s not fair.”

“Please, do not argue over me, Mr. Lightwood. I do not wish to be the cause of your discussion,” Jesse replied solemnly, silencing everyone.

“Don’t worry, no one is arguing in this room,” Sophie said. “They always bicker like that.”

“Yes, we do,” Gabriel said, crossing his arms on his chest. “And we’re also both very serious about this offer. Promise you’ll think about it? Do not feel pressured.”

“Yes, Jesse. Take your time choosing between me and uncle Gabriel. Or choose no one, for that matter. Just know that we are here for you.”

“Thank you,” he simply answered, not being able to say much more. He knew that they both meant it, and he was grateful. He couldn’t have put into words if he tried to. But it was too much for a day. Jesse managed the unpteenth smile of the night. He never thought he would smile so much in one day, that he’d feel his jaw hurt. Was this what it felt like to be loved by your family?

“I’m so tired, I guess I’m going to bed,” Lucie said, standing up from the spot next to his. She probably understood that he was done for the night, and wanted to be alone.

Everyone stood up, and said goodbye. Jesse greeted everyone with formality. His uncles and aunts didn’t tell him to call them by their names. They probably comprehended that he needed time, that this was too sudden, and they had never seen each other. They were strangers in his eyes, even if he didn’t seem to be a stranger to them.

Uncle Gabriel told them he would tell Will or Tessa that they were going, and that they were alone in the drawing room. Jesse didn’t think his uncle knew about their relationship, but perhaps he suspected there was something. He was still a stranger in there, a stranger in the same room as an unmarried woman.

“It was easier, when I could fade. Whenever I didn’t want to talk anymore,” Jesse said, when everyone left. “I could just disappear.”

Lucie nodded, sitting down on the sofa again. He followed her. “Do you miss it?”

“Being a ghost? No, Lucie, no,” he replied with confidence, caressing her cheek. “But I have to admit, all of this,” he shook his head. “Thank you for making them go.”

“Don’t mention it,” she replied, putting a hand on his shoulder. “I didn’t know they would come, or else I would have told them to go. I’m sorry, Jesse.”

“It’s not your fault. Not theirs, either. I just - feel. I felt their interest, their fondness of me. And it,” he sighed. “And I don’t know if I deserve it. It is odd. Being loved by someone. Receiving affection from people who share my blood, even if we never met before.”

“Everyone deserves love,” she said.

At that, he couldn’t hold it in anymore. The tears came freely. They marred his face with water and salt, something he’d never thought he’d feel again on his skin. Lucie opened her arms, letting his head settle on her shoulder. His hand grabbed one of hers, while her other hand brushed the side of his arm to soothe him. She let him weep in silence until he had enough. And in that moment, Jesse felt very lucky to be so loved and understood.

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theshadowmalec · 3 years

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So i’ve read The Land I Lost recently again and I never had the courage to do a review because it’s so good i’m scared that my words is not enough to describe how amazing magnus and alec are, and i’m not a writer... sooo..

(This is not a review probably more like a rant)

I want to start this by saying how much i love Alec Lightwood. How he inspires people, shadowhunters and downworlders alike. But that’s not all. Alec doesn’t just inspire people from his generation or anyone who knows him, he inspires people like me too.

Ever since The Mortal Instruments, Alec is already someone that caught my eye. He seems like an interesting character, the way he protects his siblings, as well as his “sour” personality. I am grateful to be one of the people who saw him develop from a shy boy to someone who’s confident enough to defend not just his siblings, but other people - as well as himself.

In the land i lost, it started with Alec and his life with Magnus and Max. My heart is so full of love and happiness reading about the three of them. How their relationship came this far. How their love for each other extended for one more person, for their kid. How Alec was so insecure before, thinking he would never get to be himself, love someone and have someone love him back. But look where he is. He deserves it.

I said it once that Alec ruined men for me. How he loved Magnus with everything he has and so much more. How, in the long life of Magnus, he never met someone who could love him as much as Alec does - to the point where his goal is to change the world for him. For Magnus. For the world to be a better place. To be kind to Magnus and everyone like him.

I love the details about how he wanted to learn a lot of language but his first PRIORITY is Indonesian because he wants to learn it for Magnus.

I love that we get to see the TMI gang again. How much they loved little blueberry. How Jace once put him inside a bag to sneak him out or how Isabelle and Lily seems to spoil the hell out of him.

The first few pages started out as comedic especially with the scenes with the vampires at dumort. I love Elliot. At the same time, my heart breaks immediately at the mention of Raphael. I know how much he meant to Lily, and how much Lily meant to him too. And how Alec noticed all of that and wanted to be someone there for Lily too. He’s always protected his siblings, everyone who needed protection. This is one of the things i love about him.

I clapped my hands so hard when Alec went to the Buenos Aires Institute and was told how women were said to be not suited to run one and he responded with having Jia and Clary as leaders and that anyone who says women are weak is afraid that they’re too strong. 👏🏼👏🏼 As well as that scene where he told them off about checking how they talk about Lily, or Magnus. This attitude makes me love him more. It makes Alec such a great character because HE IS.

He is one of the heroes in the dark war. He is the son of the inquisitor. He is Jace’s parabatai, and as stated in the book, he was protected in a way many others were not. That meant he had to use whatever he had, for those who do not have protection. I screamed. He is amazing. And Magnus’ putting a spell and magic for protection was heartwarming. This feels like a fanfic coming to life. My heart is so full, i love them so much i feel like i’m going to burst.

Alec often mentions how Magnus seems to humble himself with how he help other people. That, he doesn’t know the magnitude of the help he did and that he deserved the praise. The whole time he was saying that, i was like???? Alec is the same. He often brush off those achievements and calls it a day — calls it his responsibility, as is many shadowhunters are like him. This made me appreciate the scene with Juliette, with how Alec rescued her and now she’s here a Queen of the Market. I love how she was so hostile when she introduced her faerie child, as if she’s protecting and and defending her to those who will deem her not worthy of being a werewolf mother to a faerie child, then alec was just like “oh well i have a son who’s not like me too, here’s max” and it’s so pure and just SO alec.

I also love how they teased Alec about his looks. How he still feels like he’s not someone to appreciate.

Random mentions of Will still hits me. How Alec’s blue eyes are like will, but he wasn’t Will, any more than Jace was. No one of them could ever be Will.

What stands up to me most is Lily’s story. It breaks me. It made me cry. How she met Cordelia and most importantly, how she met Raphael. How Raphael is someone she never expected to love. How even in his death, she values and respects him enough to take care of everything he had when he was alive.

I also am happy with the way they introduced Rafael. How Alec felt connected to him. How he felt for him. How he wished kids like Rafael didn’t have to suffer the same fate. How the Law should be so much better for the children. I lost it when he mentioned wanting and loving teaching a child simple things, how he planned on doing that to his little brother when he gets older, but he had not grown up and never will be.

If there’s someone who understands Alec when it comes to his relationship with an immortal. It would be Jem, and i’m so happy with the conversation they get to have. How their love for Tessa and Magnus should be enough, and how they should trust them enough to live and laugh after they are gone.

I also love bits of pieces where his relationship with Clary progressed. How i remember that hatred he got when i first read city of bones and now here they are — getting tacos together. How he had come to love her, after resenting her so much at first.

How talking about Will, Jem’s parabatai, reminds him of Jace. How Alec had loved and felt responsible for his family. There had never been any choice, but with Jace it was different. Jace, his parabatai, the first person who’d ever chosen him. The first time Alec had decided to choose someone back, to take on another responsibility. The first choice, opening the door to all the others.

Alec Lightwood, leader of the alliance. I will never get tired of saying how proud i am of him. Those moments with Robert are so heartbreaking, considering i’ve read Lord of Shadows and knew what happened. I hated how Robert treated Alec. But Alec is kind, and everything good, he forgave his dad and Robert is trying, who are we to judge that? He doesn’t understand most things — but he TRIES. He loves his children that much. And it’s amazing how Alec stood up for Magnus. How he get shy but never ashamed, he spent his childhood resenting what he wanted, why should be do that now? He never have to be ashamed anymore. Not when it’s Magnus. Not when he’s worth everything he’s fighting for.

I love Robert bringing up him being the next inquisitor, how, when Alec heard, immediately thought of changing the laws for everyone. For Magnus, always for Magnus. Now for his kids too.

“You’re a good man, Alec,” he said at last. “You’re a better man than I am.”

Alec loved his father and would never be cruel to him. So he didn’t say: I had to be. Instead he reached out and pulled his father into an awkward hug, patting him on the shoulder before he stepped back.

Raphael being part of the Lightwood-Bane makes me happy. I was not kidding when i said i have no words and i feel like i don’t deserve to write something about them because it’s too good that it’s not gonna be enough. But here’s what i wanna say. I love the love Magnus and Alec have. Is it possible to love two person inlove so much? Because i do. After what they’ve been through, they deserved that. Alec deserved that. Magnus deserved that.

I will forever love Alec. I will forever remember how he loved one man so much he changed the world for him.

#land i lost #gotsm #cassandra clare #cassieclare #magnus bane #malec #alec lightwood #max lightwood bane #rafael lightwood bane

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juliettecxi · 3 years

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Hi Abby! If you're taking requests, can I ask for a thomastair with “We would make a great couple.”? Thank you and take all the time you need!

Prompt number 9: “We would make a great couple.”

Fandom: The Last Hours

Ship: Thomastair

Genre: Modern au, Non TSCverse, Camp counselor au, Childhood friends who had a crush on each other and kissed once and then grew apart and found each other again to lovers, fluff, lot’s and lot’s of nostalgia

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Camp. Alastair’s favourite time of the summer.

Nothing appealed to him more, then spending two weeks in an outdoor, mosquito infested campsite that had swamp water for showers and he loved having hormonal teenagers under his wing.

But if Alastair hated camp so much, why did he sign up as counsellor every summer? Well, as much as Alastair hated it here, there were just too many memories that he didn’t want to let go of.

Ever since he was a little boy, he’s attended this very summer camp. He’d made friends here; Tried smores for the first time by the campfire, surrounded by other kids his age; He’d met his first summer love here, and had his first kiss here as well.

Alastair let out a sigh as the nostalgia hit him. He picked up the boxes of saltine crackers from head counsellor Jem’s car and headed to the main cabin.

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“Alastair!” a voice called. Alastair rolled his eyes, he’d recognize that voice anywhere.

“Will!” he said back, his over exaggerated enthusiasm dripping with sarcasm.

“Don’t pretend you’re not excited to see me!” Will said, and tackled Alastair in a bear hug. “I’m not.” Alastair replied, his voice muffled by Will’s shoulder.

“Hey did you know there’s a new counsellor joining us this summer?” said Jesse, who was making an inventory of all the medicine. “Really?” asked Lucie, who was sorting out the pens and paper for her creative writing class. “Yeah, apparently he’d attended camp a few times before, back when he was a kid.” Will, who’d finally let go of Alastair, added.

Alastair raised an eyebrow. “Why would anyone want to come back here?” he asked. “I don’t know Alastair, why do you?” Lucie said, without missing a beat, and Will and Jesse snickered.

“Touché.” he said, and shrugged his shoulders, a small smile on his lips.

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An hour later, and the new counsellor was yet to arrive. The kids had started to trickle in, both familiar faces and new ones, and Alastair had to make sure the children under his care didn’t get lost or wander into the wrong cabin. Matthew, another counsellor, was notorious for losing the children, and heaven forbid Alastair made the same mistake as him.

“Orientation in the mess hall in half an hour!” called Jem and the counsellors headed to the main cabin to get ready.

“Seems like a no-show.” said Matthew, and the others murmured in agreement. “He’s on his way, he’ll be here.” said a worn out looking Jem. He was in charge and he did a pretty great job, but the poor guy needed a break. He cleared his throat and said,

“James, please don’t allow the kids to swim in the river this year, and Will, for heaven’s sake, keep them away from the poison ivy. Matthew, don’t you dare lose anyone this year, Lucie and Jesse, try to avoid unnecessary midnight Ouija board scares and Alastair, please don’t call the kid’s names.” and he looked at all of them.

“I just get on their level.” Alastair said, and shrugged at Jem.

He was not impressed.

“Fine.” Alastair said and slightly rolled hi eyes. He headed to the cabin he was in charge of, to rally the children to the mess hall.

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They were fifteen minutes into the orientation, and the new counsellor had still not arrived.

The children were actually pretty nice, and none of them had set their cabins on fire yet.

Alastair stood up front along with the other counsellors, while Jem spoke to the children.

“If you have any worries, please don’t hesitate to talk to your counsellor in charge. Avoid going near the lake without an adult, and don’t get late for your session. Punctuality is key here at-”

"I'm here!" A loud voice yelled from the back, interrupting Jem in the middle of his speech.

"I'm so sorry! My alarm didn't ring and I got caught in traffic and-"

Alastair frowned.. those eyes, why were they so familiar?

They reminded him of a similar pair, from many summers ago, But How? The boy he knew was small.

This guy was not small.

He was tall, like extremely tall, and he was muscular. He was good looking, Alastair had to admit, and those eyes were extremely captivating, and also somewhat familiar.

Jem let out an audible sigh, breaking Alastair out of his reverie.

“Everyone, meet your new counsellor, Thomas Lightwood.”

Thomas who?

Wait.

No.

The eyes.

No way.

Holy fucking shit!

Alastair almost fell off the stage.

Thomas smiled sheepishly and scratched the nape of his neck, and Alastair was suddenly whisked away to that one summer, all those years ago.

“Um, hi, is this the bear cabin?” a timid voice asked, interrupting a thirteen year old Alastair from his book. He looked up at a small boy with hazel eyes, who was scratching the back of his neck, with a small smile on his face.

Alastair’s heart did a little flip.

“Yep.” Alastair responded, as nonchalantly as possible.

“Oh, well hi! I’m Thomas!”

“Alastair.” he responded, and they shook hands, both of them smiling.

“Alastair.” Will said, and punched him on the shoulder.

“Ow!” he semi-yelled, and punched Will back. “What the hell?” he asked, voice laced with annoyance.

“The meeting is over, let’s go back to the main cabin.”

Alastair nodded his head and looked ahead, and his eyes locked with a pair of hazel ones. Thomas’s face held a mixture of recognition and surprise. His cheeks were tinted pink, and Alastair felt his face heat up.

“Hello.” Thomas mouthed, and Alastair smiled.

These two weeks were most definitely going to be something.

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Alastair and Thomas hadn’t interacted much these few days. Camp was ending in three days, and Alastair had mixed feelings about interacting with Thomas.

There had been the occasional wave and helping each other lift boxes, but other than that they hadn’t interacted much.

Alastair whistled to himself tunelessly, his mind full of thoughts about Thomas, as he arranged the sticks, marshmallows, crackers and chocolate for the smores. He remembered when he and Thomas had snuck out after stealing a box of chocolates from the main cabin, and headed to the lake.

“Do you think they’ll notice?” Thomas asked, and Alastair shook his head.

“If they do they won’t know it was us.” he said and giggled, and Thomas joined him. He looked at the lake, and its clear waters reflecting the sunlight. They both sat in silence, enjoying the chocolate and each other's company.

The kiss happened two days later, on the last day of camp. The campfire was in full swing, everyone was singing and dancing and yelling, it was exhilarating. Towards the end, things mellowed. Everyone went back to the cabin, except for Thomas and Alastair.

“Quite nice isn’t it?” Thomas said, breaking the silence. Alastair hummed in response

“I’m going to miss you.” he said suddenly, and Thomas looked at him in shock.

“Me-me too.” he said, and smiled.

Alastair turned to face Thomas, he looked beautiful, that was all he could think. Slowly they inched closer. It was just a short peck on the lips, But it felt like more for fifteen year old Alastair.

They both looked at each other and grinned, and Alastair felt like he was in heaven.

They'd parted from each other on the last day of camp, promising to meet each other next year, but when next year came, Thomas was nowhere to be seen, And very soon he became a distant memory, a mere summer love.

"Hey!" An all too familiar voice said, and Alastair's heart did that thing again.

"Hey Thomas.." Alastair said, And smiled at the former.

"Brings back memories doesn't It?" Thomas said, looking at the smore ingredients, and Alastair raised an eyebrow. Thomas seemed to realize what he said and grinned. "I was talking about camp.. and smores and campfires.." he finished awkwardly.

"Yeah, yep I was thinking the same thing." Alastair said, and cleared his throat.

"So…." He began, attempting to dispel the awkwardness, "What have you been up to Thomas?"

"Well," Thomas began, "I've been studying, and well you know, just getting around. You?"

Alastair nodded. "Pretty much the same thing."

"Oh, Well, I've got to go get something for Matthew, I'll see you around." Thomas said, and began to walk away.

"Do you remember the kiss?" Alastair said suddenly and mentally slapped himself. "Nice going dumbass." He internally scolded.

Thomas looked like a deer caught in headlights. Finally, "Yeah, I do.. It was nice."

Alastair nodded lamely and rocked back and forth on his heels. "Do you regret it?" He asked.

"What? No! Never! It was one of the best things that happened to me that summer." Thomas said, and laughed.

Alastair smiled at that. There it was again, the little backflips his heart did.

"You know," he said, about to say one of the riskiest things he'd ever said, "We would make a great couple." He held his breath, and Thomas looked like he'd stopped functioning altogether.

"I-" Thomas shook his head. "I've got to go.. I'm bye!" He said, and ran away before Alastair could say anything, and he stood there, wishing the last ten minutes hadn't happened

------------------------------------------------------------------------------It was the last night at camp, and Alastair and Thomas had skillfully avoided each other. Alastair was a little upset. Sure, he hadn't seen Thomas in years, but he'd never grown as close to another man as he had with Thomas, and seeing him again had rekindled something in him.

Oh Well, he'd blown it anyway.

He stared at the growing campfire as everyone hustled around him. Finally Jem stepped forward and cleared his throat.

"These past few days have been extremely memorable and truly remarkable." He said, and Alastair couldn't help but laugh softly. Jem always had a tendency to use big words to address things important to him.

"I thank you all for attending and I hope you had a good time. Enjoy this final night to the fullest, and I hope to see you all next year." He finished, and everyone cheered.

The campfire was perfect. Everyone sang songs and ate to their hearts heart's content. Will attempted to start one of his shenanigans, but a disapproving glance from Jem stopped him.

He was going to miss this.

Once everything had died down and everyone had headed back to the cabin, Alastair sat by the campfire as it slowly dwindled, and looked at the stars, randomly naming stars and constellations.

"Orion's belt is my favourite, but only because it's the easiest to find."

Alastair turned, only to find Thomas settled next to him.

"Hey, not going to bed?" Alastair asked.

Thomas shook his head. "I wanted to tell you something about earlier."

Alastair sat up. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable." He began, "My mind was all over the place and I didn't think it through."

Thomas shook his head. "I agree with You."

"Huh?"

"I think we'd make a great couple too."

Alastair laughed. Words couldn't describe how happy he felt.

"But maybe we should take things slow." Thomas said and Alastair nodded his head.

"Of course, maybe go on a few dates first, get each other's numbers and then put a label on it." He said, and they both chuckled.

Alastair's chest felt fuzzy and warm. Thomas looked beautiful in the moonlight. Thomas was looking at Alastair funny.

"Hey do you think kissing goes against taking it slow?" He asked.

Alastair shook his head "Uhhhh. Why do you ask?"

"Because I'm going to kiss you now." And then Thomas's lips were on his, soft, slow and sweet. Alastair kisses him back, wrapping his hands around his neck. So as the fire crackled on and the stars shone in the sky, Alastair felt like he was fifteen again.

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A/N: @writeforjordelia This is the end! Yeet! *throws smores everywhere* I'm sorry this took so long, but this is it I guess. This ended up becoming way too long but I hope you liked it nia!

-Abby💕

#thomastair #alastair carstairs #thomas lightwood #the last hours #chain of gold #chain of iron #tlh #tsc #tscfanfic #tsc fanfiction #tlh fanfic #tlh fanfiction #thomastair fanfic #thomas x alastair #shadowhunters #the shadowhunter chronicles #cassandra clare #abby writes

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cant-think-of-anything · 3 years

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Pirate AU (Part Four)

TW: Violence

Cordelia sat on the rails, allowing her legs to dangle over the calm water. She enjoyed going out with her newfound acquaintances, but those stuffy dresses suffocated her. She tipped her head back, enjoying the breeze that the sea always brought when a sudden voice nearly made her topple off the ship.

“Cordelia?”

Lucie Herondale was standing behind her, staring openly. Cordelia loved that Lucie knew her name now, but all she could currently feel was the flush creeping up her face. She hoped her skin would hide it. Alastair stood behind her, clearly trying to cover up his smile.

“You didn’t tell me she was going to be here,” she muttered, pulling her coat tighter around her.

“Well if you trust her so much-” he broke off with a laugh, glancing at her upfronted expression. “Less than a week Cordelia! How does one manage to blow our cover that quickly?”

“Not my fault,” She grumbled, face heating up.

They had made plans to meet up, she just hadn’t expected it to be here, when she was dressed like this. Her only comfort was that Alastair was wearing something identical, though he looked far more comfortable than she did. She ought to find someone that made her brother embarrassed the way Lucie did her.

“Eugenia?” Cordelia asked, purposefully letting her eyes stay on the sky.

“She’s with her family. I met up with her earlier.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really. I will be going to the city, to map the area out.”

“Map? What for?” Lucie asked.

Cordelia’s guilt gnawed away at her. It was Lucie’s family they were planning to steal from after all. She knew the Herondale’s had huge amounts of money, they certainly wouldn’t be impacted that greatly, but she didn’t want Lucie to think she was using her.

“Dinner of course,” Alastair said, his voice an intent but his words sarcastic.

He glanced at the carriage near the trees and sighed deeply before disappearing down the ladder. Cordelia knew what he really was out to do of course. When night fell Alastair would observe the bank that Mr. Herondale’s money was kept and find a way to get in without being caught. Just the night before Alastair had taken their mother to a hospital under a fake name. It was part of the reason they need money so quickly. She finally looked at Lucie.

“Why are you here?”

Lucie’s face reddened. “I can go if you wish, I just wanted to see,” she gestured wildly around them. “All of this.”

“Don’t go,” Cordelia said quickly, hopping off the railing to come sit next to her.

Lucie reached out and touched the thin material of her billowy white sleeves, her eyes widening when they fell to wear Cortana rested. Cordelia tugged the sword free of its sheath and placed it in front of her, a sign of great trust. She watched as Lucie gently ran her fingers over the words engraved in metal.

“I can’t believe you live on a ship,” she whispered, her eyes almost fervent as she looked around her. “I mean I didn’t think you were lying but still.”

Then she straightened suddenly. “I have to get back to the institute before night comes.” The words were deeply mournful, as if walking off this ship would make everything less real.

Cordelia smiled and took her hand. “I’ll come with you.”

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Alastair hated London. The streets, he thought, were absolutely filthy. Repulsive even. His only saving grace was he was a few stories above the cobblestone sidewalk. His dark coat was buttoned to hide the bright white of his shirt and he had picked a pair of boots where the silver had mostly dulled. The problem with clothes that were practical for the sea was that they were very impractical for everything else. He still preferred them to suits.

The bank was further from the institute than he would have expected, meaning it was also in one of the quieter areas of the town. A shadowy figure on the street snapped him from his thoughts. He checked his pocket watch and logged the time. Night had fallen and the sky had fully darkened. He squinted and caught a flash of light brown hair. What fool, he thought, drawing a field telescope from his pocket, walked around at this hour without so much as a hat?

As it turned out, those were the least of his worries. Yet another figure came down the street. He wasn’t too concerned until the shorter of the two whipped a long narrow blade. Alastair stiffened, recognizing the weapon as a rapier immediately. But that hardly made sense unless…

Alastair drew a dagger out and unbuttoned his jacket before digging the sharp edge into the bricks lightly enough for it to slide and pushed off the windowsill.

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Thomas’s mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. He was searching for anything suspicious that connected back to Barbra but he couldn’t quite wrap his head around this. A girl, quite petite in size, was standing in front of him with a blade pointed at his chest.

The figure was completely covered, he couldn’t see any defining features that would help him place her. He jerked back, instincts taking over. He’d been looking for something suspicious, people armed with swords roaming London certainly qualified. The rational part of his mind reminded him that the killer used poison not...a pirate sword?

Suddenly she lunged, sweeping her sword out. Thomas caught her arm before she made contact, a flash of white blond hair under the hood of the person’s jacket visible. Ripping out of his grasp somehow, she pulled back as if she were about to run but was cut off by a person dropping off the building in front of them.

This one also wore a hood, but they didn’t have anything covering their clothes. A loose white shirt that tightened at the wrist, a crushed velvet vest, black breeches, and gold buckled boots that all combined to make quite a striking outfit. They straightened, hands tightened around two golden daggers. The blonde one tilted their head and then struck out. The two of them parried and lunged which should have left Thomas to feel quite awkward. Or at least he would have if he wasn’t staring. The silver haired figure whipped back from the fight suddenly, hissed something at their opponent and took off, her black cloak blending her into the night.

That wasn’t why Thomas was staring though. The man’s hood had fallen back, revealing what Thomas had to believe was one of the most beautifully crafted faces ever made. Then the other boy’s lips twisted into a scowl, his dark eyebrows pushing together as he regarded Thomas. An unpleasant expression on a very pleasant face.

“Bloody hell,” He murmured to himself before tipping his head back to look at him. “Thomas Lightwood?”

Thomas stiffened, the reality of what had happened finally sinking in. Somewhat. “How do you know who I am?” He demanded. “And what in Lord’s name was that? Who were you fighting just now?”

The man groaned and rubbed his head. “I’m going to torment you forever for this Eugenia.”

Before Thomas could question him further he cut him off. “Yes, yes I know. I suppose we’ll just add you to the list of people who know everything about us they shouldn’t?”

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Lucie sat with her legs crossed in the “Sanctuary”, the name her father gave to the large room that housed a fountain along with a few murals. Cordelia was beside her, red hair turned to flames from the fireplace, her dark eyes deep with excitement as she recounted a story.

Lucie adored fiction, piled off started novels scattering her room, but there was a different sort of feeling that came with a story that she knew was true. What Cordelia was speaking about was a train robbery she and Alastair had done a few months prior to coming to London. As she put it “Those stuffy nobles hardly needed the money,” before casting an apologetic look at Lucie.

Lucie found she didn’t mind. Cordelia laughed a little as she spoke and the small noise seemed to drown out every other thought in Lucie’s mind. She hoped Cordelia would think the red on her face was because of the fire.

A sharp knock on the Sanctuary door startled her out of dreamy haze. Lucie frowned, glancing at the door, shouting for them to enter but no one did. Cordelia tensed, her body straightening as her fingers wrapped around Cortana. Somehow the room felt much colder than it did a moment before.

“Lucie-”

The sconces lighting the wall suddenly flickered out, the fireplace went dark as if it had somehow doused itself. The room plunged into near darkness, the only light filtered from the windows lining the wall. She felt Cordelia’s hand wrap around her shoulder tugging her closer to the moonlit squares on the floor.

Lucie started to speak, turning around- and then cried out, scrambling back. Cordelia wasn’t the one who had touched her. As miserable-looking as she remembered, stained dresses and faded hats stood Tatiana Blackthorn.

“Lucie,” Tatiana murmured, her voice dropping into a horrid, gravelly whisper. “How you’ve grown.”

She was unable to prevent the shiver that ran up her spine. “I don’t understand. You left after-”

Tatiana scowled viciously when her voice broke. “You don’t get to mourn my son, not when this was your family’s doing.”

Lucie stepped further away, backing up into another body. She stifled a yell, swinging her arm out. Cordelia’s callused fingers wrapped around her wrist. “I’m here.”

“That won’t do you much good Carstairs girl. I hadn’t expected the two people I was searching for to be this... closely acquainted,” she said, sneering as she looked at their locked hands, “but I suppose that makes things easier for me doesn’t it?”

She felt something cold press into her hand, glancing down to see a dagger. She turned, but Cordelia was standing in front of Tatiana now, her beautiful golden sword gripped in her hands. And then she attacked, bringing Cortana down in a large golden arc. Tatiana dodged, her hideous face twisted into a crude grin. Lucie heard the word “foolish” before Tatiana drew her own blade and slammed it into Cordelia.

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Cordelia felt as if she had been punched in the arm- at first. Then it burned. She had spilled some of her mothers boiling hot tea on her a few months ago when a rather unexpected wave crept up on them but this felt as if someone had set small fires to each of her nerves. Cortana clattered to the ground, but she stayed standing, her arm clutched to her chest. She refused to fall.

Her ears were ringing but she could still hear Tatiana’s twisted laughter, and a few moments later she could see Lucie creeping up behind her, dagger in hand. Before she could cry out, stop Lucie from walking to what would certainly be her death, Lucie plunged the dagger into Tatiana’s shoulder.

The repulsive woman shrieked, more from surprise than pain she was sure. Lucie, wide eyed, moved away, her chest rising and falling fast. Cordelia tried to reach out to her but a blinding pain made her drop down to her knees. Lucie knelt next to her, pulling her up onto the chair, murmuring something, her head swiveling between Cordelia and Tatiana with panic in her eyes.

“You little wretch,” Tatiana spat, staggering to her feet and stumbling closer to Lucie as if she were drunk. “I ought to do with you what I did to the worthless twat you called your cousin.”

Lucie’s face twisted in outrage, but before she could lunge forward, Tatiana pulled a dagger from her dress and smashed it into the glass window. Without hesitation she leapt down when it broke, but there was never any noise of impact. But by that point Cordelia’s ears were already ringing too loudly.

And that was all Cordelia remembered before blacking out completely.

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Apparently if you get stabbed in the chest and are bleeding out your head will feel very large. Like really, really big.

Tagging: @adoravel-fenomeno and @barbra-lightwood

#alastair carstairs #thomas lightwood #thomastair #lucie herondale #cordelia carstairs #lucelia #tatiana blackthorn #the last hours #tlh #tsc #grace blackthorn #my writing #tw violence

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bytheangell · 3 years

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Can I request some aro ace Christopher Lightwood in this trying time please? I love him too much pls don't judge me

Nothing to Fix (Read on AO3)

Christopher isn’t sure how much longer he can keep this up. He knows that his friends mean well, and the girls they keep setting him up on dates with are all, objectively, very lovely. He doesn’t mind the time he spends talking with them, even if there’s never a second date. And there’s never a second date. It takes him a few tries to pick up on why he doesn’t want a second date, because Matthew and the others ask him every time what went wrong and every time he doesn’t have an answer. Nothing went wrong. He just doesn’t want to.

That isn’t an answer the others accept, however - surely there has to be a reason, a cause, so Christopher tries again. And again.

There’s a certain pressure of expectation upon him now that James’ engagement to Cordelia brings the two of them closer together, Matthew continues to have his fair share of romantic trysts even if nothing is serious, and Thomas and Alastair admit to liking one another. Even Lucie seems to be sneaking out to meet with a boy, though she insists she isn’t whenever suspicions arise.

Christopher doesn’t feel left out, but it’s implied that he should - that he must be lying when he says he’s not interested and perfectly content at home with his experiments while the others are out. The idea that he’s genuinely disinterested is apparently so absurd that no one even humors it.

It takes Christopher a while to realize the simplicity of the truth, and even longer to accept it, in the face of being told he simply has to try again, try harder, or find some mystical ‘right person’ who will make everything fall into place.

Once he’s certain he’s entirely content with his life as it is, no romantic or physical attachments needed, he doesn’t hesitate to tell others as much when they ask. No, he doesn’t feel the drive to go out on his own to meet new people, he enjoys the friends he has very much. And no, he certainly doesn’t have the desire to attach himself to anyone romantically or physically. It’s never felt like something he needed, or even wanted, and certainly not something he’s missing out on.

If only he could convince everyone else to believe him.

As is the recently formed routine of these set-ups, Christopher makes his way back up to their room above the pub after it’s over, greeting the eager faces of his friends with a sheepish grin, a shrug, and a shake of his head. And, as is also routine, he watches their faces fall with a sense of disappointment he doesn’t share.

Now Matthew is giving him a quizzical up-and-down. “Is it the girls? Perhaps we could find you a nice guy to date? I may know a few who would go for the eccentric scientist thing...”

“I’d rather not,” Christopher admits. “Can we please just accept this isn’t going to happen and allow me to go back to normal?”

That’s what Christopher longs for - the days when no one thought he was ‘holding himself back’ by spending his free time as he wished.

“What are you talking about? This is perfectly normal,” Thomas insists.

“Yes, normal for you. Because these things have always mattered to the lot of you, and you pursued them. But they never have for me, and that hasn’t changed. The only thing that’s changed is everyone’s insistence that they should,” Christopher points out. And it’s so obvious to him, so simple, that he doesn’t understand why the others don’t see it.

He’s never gotten upset with them about it before because he knows they have the best of intentions and are only trying to do right by him… but maybe that’s why they haven’t taken him seriously when he tries to explain himself. Maybe if he gets a little upset about it they’ll realize how frustrated he’s getting.

So Christopher adds, more forcefully this time, “I simply don’ want it. And it’d be nice to not be treated like I’m something to be fixed because of it.”

And then they do see it. Christopher can pinpoint the exact moment his words seem to register with James first, then Thomas, then Matthew. He can tell because with that realization also comes an almost immediate look of shame or guilt from each of them as they also realize how uncomfortable Christopher’s been trying to fit a role he never wanted in the first place.

“You really meant it when you said you didn’t want to date,” Matthew says slowly.

“Of course I did, why else would I say it?” Christopher rolls his eyes.

“People lie to get out of things like dates all the time, just because meeting new people can be awkward, or intimidating,” Thomas points out, but there’s a small smile on his face. “But you’re not most people, and we should’ve known that.”

“Are you cross with us?” Matthew asks. “You know we just want you to be happy, we never meant for you to feel, like--” Matthew trails off, looking to the others for help when he isn’t quite sure what to say.

“-like you need to be fixed,” James fills in, echoing Christopher’s own words back, though he seems equally unsure of how to continue. “We didn’t realize… You know we never meant to-”

“I’m not mad,” Christopher cuts in to reassure the three of them. “I know you had good intentions. And I am happy. I’m perfectly content with my life right now, and the friends and family I have. I don’t need a girlfriend or a boyfriend for that. Moreover, I don’t want one.”

“If you’re certain…” Matthew says, still sounding hesitant and a bit uncertain, like he’s trying to understand and wrap his head around an impossible concept. “And you don’t feel lonely?”

“Why would I feel lonely,” Christopher says, looking meaningfully around the group. He looks at them, and thinks of Anna, and Henry, and his own parents. He has so much love in his life that’s just as valid as any romantic or physical love. “When I’m not alone?”

“Of course you’re not,” Thomas agrees.

“Alright then. No more dates,” Matthew promises, his words paired with a firm nod.

The relief Christoper feels is so strong it catches him by surprise. He knows they don’t quite get it, and maybe they never will, at least not entirely. But they listened to him and they respected his feelings on it, and that’s a good start. It’s far from perfect and he’s certain this is only the first of many conversations on the subject, but for now, it’s enough.

As the conversation shifts to training and patrols and everything they used to discuss before all their attention focused to him and his lack of love life, Christopher gets something better than his wish that things would simply go back to the way they were before. Because now his friends look to him with a new understanding, and Christopher feels more seen than he has in a long, long while.

#christopher lightwood #tsc #tlh #Matthew fairchild #james herondale #thomas lightwood #I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG #but I guess it's fitting I finally write it during Aro Spec Awareness week #also sorry it focused a bit heavy on the Aro vs Ace vibes but you know what this is definitely something I wouldn't mind writing more of!!#or a follow-up to better address both sides maybe idk jfdslk #I hope you like it! <3 #high-warlock-of-brooklyn #ask rune #long post #elle writes a few deadbeat lines

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shadowhuntertrash · 3 years

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Prompt #4: “There’s… one bed.” for Thomastair! I love your writing!

Thank you so much!! Also I got a little carried away sorry 😳

Thomas didn’t want to go on patrol, he was tired, something he seemed to always be nowadays. He was even more against going on patrol with Alastair.

It wasn’t that he didn’t like Alastair, it was quite the opposite actually, he liked him far too much. He always wasn’t big on going on patrol with anyone who wasn’t the merry thieves, Lucie, or Eugenia. It took a long time to learn someone’s fighting style which was why it was uncommon to go patrolling with someone you don’t normally go with.

When Thomas got to the institute where he was meeting Alastair he went inside, he had gotten there early so he could grab some water from the kitchen before being on his way. He was almost to the kitchen when he saw Will and Tessa walking towards him, they hadn’t seen him yet but it didn’t take them long to spot him, after all his height at 6’4 was rather hard to miss.

Will smiled brightly at him, his arm around Tessa’s shoulders, Tessa was smiling kindly as she did with everyone. “Tommy! What are you doing here?” Will asked, his face radiating happiness. Thomas smiled back politely. “Hello, Uncle Will. I was just going to get some water before patrol if you don’t mind?” Tessa smiled at him, a smile that held more affection than kindness, one only her immediate family, the Fairchild’s, and the Lightwood’s got. “Of course, you don’t have to ask you know.”

Thomas smiled and felt a rush of affection towards his aunt and uncle, they weren’t technically blood-related but they were family in every other way. Thomas smiled tiredly at them and casually hugged Tessa who smiled and hugged him back. “All right there Thomas?” Will asked, concern involuntarily leaking into his tone, Thomas nodded. “I’m alright, just tired I suppose.”

Tessa frowned and pulled away taking in his face, “I’m sure someone else could go for you Thomas, you don’t look very well.” Thomas smiled at the motherly gesture, it reminded him of his own mother who was currently with Eugenia in Idris. “It’s quite alright, I’ll be okay.” Thomas said, his smile turned slightly stiff. Will turned his alarmingly perceptive eyes to him. “You can come stay here tonight or for a few nights if you want to Thomas.” Will said carefully, Thomas was always alarmed at how well Will could read people when he wanted to.

Truthfully, Thomas could use a few nights at the institute. His parents were currently in Idris with his sister, the wake of Barbara’s death heavy on them. Thomas had decided to stay behind, staying at his uncle Gabriel and Aunt Cecily’s house. They had been kind, very kind, but they hadn’t given him any space to himself. They were always trying to distract him, which worked well in the beginning but it didn’t leave him time to grieve, the only time he had time to think about it was at night which led to horrid nightmares every night. So really Thomas could do with a few days of silence at the institute.

Despite his thinking, Thomas shook his head, “I wouldn’t want to be a bother thank you though.” Tessa’s frown deepened and she put a hand on his arm. “Thomas-” Thomas sidestepped her, her arm falling back to his side. He put on a fake smile, afraid that if they talked now he would lose his calm, collected appearance he had worked so hard to keep up these past few weeks. “If you don’t mind Aunt Tess, I should get some water, I suspect Alastair will be here soon.”

Tessa smiled sadly, Will kept his face blank but his eyes gave away the concern he was feeling. “Of course sweetie.” Tessa said moving to the side so Thomas could get by. He smiled at them and continued walking, he was a few paces away when Will called his name, he turned around to face them again. “The offer still stands, any time.” Will said, a smile gracing his lips.

Thomas gave him a grateful smile, turning around and hurrying to the kitchen for some water. Bridget was there, cleaning some dishes and singingly loudly and off-pitch. “Hello, Bridget!” Thomas said with false charm, Bridget looked and him and smiled back. “Hello lad, water?” She asked and Thomas realized that he came in here for water every time he has patrol, how predictable can he be?

Nodding his head, Thomas got some water and drank it quickly before headed back to the front of the institute. He paused at the door, knowing full and well that Alastair will be there. After all, punctuality was something Alastar simply couldn’t ignore.

Running a hand over his face, an attempt to mentally prepare himself, he pushed the doors open. As predicted, Alastair was leaning against a pillar, eyes closed and his head thrown back. Thomas couldn’t help but stare at him, he looked like a statue, carved beauty that only artists could dream of.

Alastair’s eyes opened too soon and Thomas was forced to stop watching the beautiful person in front of him. “Where were you?” Alastair asked with a raised eyebrow as he pushed himself off the pillar. Thomas gestured vaguely behind him, “Institute.” He answered, gingerly checking his pockets for his stele and seraph blade. His bolas was also in his pocket but in case he lost it he always had a knife.

Thomas watched as Alastair’s eye followed the movements, an unreadable expression crossing his eyes. Thomas ignored it to the best of his ability and turned to Alastair. “Ready?” Alastair watched him for a second before nodding slowly. “Are you alright Lightwood?” He asked in an uncharacteristically concerned voice. Thomas nodded and waved the concern away. “Tired is all.” He said, wondering just how bad he looked to have had three people question him in the last ten minutes.

Alastair didn’t seem to buy it and took to staying close to his side all night. Thomas noticed it but was far too tired to care. When their patrol was over, both having said a total of five words the whole night with no demon activity, they made their way to the institute to report the lack of activity.

Right as both boys made to leave Will stopped them, a guilty look on his face that made Thomas’ heart sink. “I know you’re tired Thomas and you know if there was any way I could avoid asking you I would, but someone needs to go to a muggle town to check reports of demon activity about six hours away and you two are the only available ones at the moment.” Thomas sighed deeply, nodding his head tiredly, Alastair watched him with a frown.

“Mr. Herondale I could go, I don’t think Thomas is quite up for the trip.” Will nodded, running an exasperated hand over his face. “I know and normally I would let you, but there were seven reported demons and I was already hesitant on sending just two people. I simply cannot allow you to go by yourself.” Alastair turned to Thomas again but Thomas just smiled, attempting to wipe the tiredness from his face.

“It’s quite alright Uncle Will, I’ll be okay.” Will watched him with sad eyes before nodding slowly. “I am sorry.” Will said hugging Thomas, it was slightly awkward due to Thomas being so tall but neither of them seemed bothered by it. Alastair watched, a bittersweet feeling settling in his chest. No adult other than his mother had dared shared any physical affection towards him, much less a man, and Will wasn’t even Thomas’ father.

Will pulled away and ruffled Thomas’ hair before reminding them to be careful and to take the carriage. They walked out the door in silence, Thomas felt the entirety of the bone dead tiredness setting in him.

He knew he couldn’t sleep in the carriage, he couldn’t risk having a nightmare and screaming in front of Alastair. It was already two in the morning so they decided they would go for an hour before stopping at a hotel and then finishing the trip in the morning.

When they were settling in the back, Thomas on one side and Alastair across from him, Alastair turned to him poorly masked concern on his face that made Thomas sigh. “Are you sure you’re alright Lightwood? You look all pale and sickly, terrible to put it frankly.” Thomas laughed bitterly, “Well thank you for that Alastair.” Thomas said, his eyes closed to avoid the burning he was currently feeling from having his eyes open for more than twenty-four hours.

Alastair blushed and kicked Thomas’s leg lightly. “That’s not what I meant and you know it.” Thomas laughed quietly. “I know.” They fell into a comfortable silence. Thomas was fidgeting, trying desperately to fight off the need for sleep that was slowing his movements considerably. Alastair had fallen asleep fairly quickly and Thomas silently cursed him for leaving him awake alone.

After about an hour the carriage pulled to a stop in front of a small hotel. Thomas grabbed their small bags, preciously packed by Will, and checked in, putting off waking Alastair up. The lady that checked him in informed him that there was only one room available, Thomas just smiled and told her they’d take it, shoving down the rising panic. Once Thomas had everything settled he went back downstairs to wake Alastair.

When Thomas gently shook him Alastair groaned, slowly opening his eyes. “Thomas?” Alastair asked, sounding so utterly confused that Thomas couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah it’s me, we’re at the hotel.” Understanding dawned in Alastair’s eyes and he stood up, stretching slightly. They climbed out of the carriage, Alastair went to the back and turned to Thomas confused as to what had happened with his luggage.

Thomas shrugged, stifling a yawn. “I put it in our room already.” Alastair quirked an eyebrow. “Our room?” Thomas nodded slowly, his brain too tired to comprehend things at a normal pace. “There was only one left.” Alastair made an ‘ah’ sound and walked with Thomas up the stairs to their room, once again sticking close to Thomas’ side.

When Thomas opened the door and walked in Alastair paused. “There’s… one bed.” He said slowly, Thomas turned to him confused before looked at the singular bed in the room. Groaning Thomas sat heavily on the end, propping his chin on the palm of his hand. “Sorry I wasn’t paying attention when I came in.” He said, a blush creeping on his cheeks. “We can go another hour and find another one.” Thomas proposed, silently willing Alastair to turn down that idea, he was far too tired to go anymore.

Alastair seemed to have similar thoughts. “It’s quite alright Thomas, we can stay here.” Thomas nodded, shoving down the fact that he would have to share a bed with Alastair, beautiful, stunning, unreadable Alastair. Thomas went to the bathroom to change and get ready for bed while Alastair changed in the room.

When they were done they switched and Thomas laid in bed while Alastair took the bathroom to get ready for bed. Thomas took the left side out of habit and curled up, Anna always said he curled up to try and protect himself from the dreams and Thomas couldn’t help but agree.

Thomas was already drifting by the time Alastair walked in and took the other side. It was weird sharing a bed with someone, the last person he had shared a bed with was Barbara. Thomas quickly shoved away the thought, knowing that he was going to have a bad night if he was thinking about Barbara before he fell asleep.

Blaming his delirium from lack of sleep Thomas turned to Alastair in bed and closed his eyes. “Talk to me.” Alastair looked a little surprised at the demand but didn’t question. “Cordelia has been talking nonstop about Lucie and becoming parabatai. She goes through these weird weekly thins where one week that’s all she’ll talk about and then the next week she doesn’t talk about it at all and then the next week it’s all she can talk about again. It’s like a never-ending cycle.” He said laughing, Thomas joined him and laughed quietly. He could already feel the pull of sleep and silently thanked Alastair.

Right before he was pulled into dreamland he felt a calming hand in his hair, “Sweet dreams Thomas.”

Barabara stood in front of him, a smile plastered across her beautiful face. “Oh Thomas, isn’t it lovely?” She asked, her eyes skimming the lake. They were having a picnic at the lake, the water was shimmering and reflecting the sun in pretty waves, the trees were swaying softly with the breeze.

Thomas laid on his back, the blanket blocking the grass that would have been poking him uncomfortably. “It is.” He agreed, smiling at his sister. They sat in silence, watching the scenery, and hearing the birds chirping peacefully.

Turning to tell his sister to look at the cliffs where a deer was standing, his head held high, he saw his sister’s confused face, a startling shade of white. She was looking down at her white dress that was slowly turning red in the middle. “Barbara?” Thomas asked, not yet catching on to what was happening.

Slowly, his sister turned her face to his, her beautiful face was now marked with cuts and blood. “You’re bleeding.” Thomas said, alarmed as he realized that the growing red stain on her dress was also blood. Barbara stared at him, her normally kind eyes cold.

“You did this. This is your fault, Thomas.” Thomas’ eyes widened and his eyes snapped back up to his sister’s. “What?” Thomas asked, confusion and hurt settling in his voice. Barbara glared at him, anger and blood turning her face ugly.

“You did this. You should have been faster, you should have been there.” Thomas wasn’t breathing properly anymore, breaths coming in too fast and not leaving fast enough. “You killed me, Thomas. You protected your friends over me.” She said, anger gone, sadness now laced in her voice. “No, I didn’t! I tried to help!” Thomas said desperately trying to make his sister believe him.

“Why did you kill me? What did I do to you? You killed me.” She said again, betrayal obvious on her face. Thomas felt tears falling down his face. “No, I didn’t! It’s not my fault!” Barbara’s eyes narrowed. “It is Thomas, yo know it is. You could have been faster, you should have been with me. You should have protected me but you didn’t and now I’m dead.” Thomas let out a sob and shook his head. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Barbara shook her head, her brown curls bouncing, the tips soaked in blood. “It’s your fault Thomas, it’s your fault.”

Thomas backed away quickly. “I’m dead and it’s your fault. Thomas, you did this. Thomas, Thomas, Thomas.” Suddenly everything went quiet and then Barbara’s eyes widened and her body jerked. “You’re fault.” She whispered before she collapsed to the ground, a mixture of blood and beauty.

Thomas jerked awake, sitting up straight and breathing hard. Tears were falling down his face and he dropped his head in his hands trying to take calming breaths. His sister’s face burned into his memories, her voice piercing his heart.

“Thomas?” A sleep-laced voice asked beside him. Thomas in his panic had forgotten that Alastair was next to him, he let out a pitiful sound and closed his eyes tighter. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you up. I-I didn’t m-mean-” Thomas was cut off by the hysterical sob that escaped him.

Alastair sat up quickly, fumbling with the light switch next to him. “Thomas? Are you okay?” He asked distressed. Thomas couldn’t think of anything else but Barbara’s betrayed voice. “You killed me. You should have been faster.” Thomas was shaking and crying and he couldn’t breathe, he felt a hand on his back but could barely hear the words Alastair was saying.

Fingers grabbed his chin and forced Thomas to look at Alastair, desperation and fear in his eyes. “Thomas, what happened?” He asked, moving closer to Thomas who dropped his head helplessly on Alastair’s chest. “I killed her. It was my fault I killed her.” Alastair brought his arms around Thomas. “What are you talking about? You have to talk to me Thomas, who? Who did you kill?” Thomas shuddered and buried his head further into Alastair’s chest.

“Barbara! It’s my fault she was dead. She kept- she kept telling me it was my fault.” He broke off with another sob and felt Alastair’s arms tighten around him in a protective manner. “Oh Thomas.” He said sadly, one hand going up to run his fingers through Thomas’ hair. “That was not your fault Thomas. None of that was your fault. You can’t blame yourself for that.”

Thomas pulled away, staring at Alastair’s eyes, willing Alastair to understand. “No! I should have been with her, I should have moved faster, I should have helped her. I killed her Alastair, it was my fault.” Alastair’s eyes were watery now and he shook his head, pulling Tomas back against him.

His face pressed against Alastair’s neck and Thomas couldn’t help the whimper that escaped his mouth. “Thomas I promise you none of that was your fault. There was no way you could have saved her, no one could. Oliver was right next to her and he couldn’t save her either. It was not your fault.” Thomas felt the hysteria leave him. He wanted to believe Alastair, he really did but he couldn’t bring himself to, not with Barbara’s voice whispering in his ear.

They sat in silence, the tears finally subsiding, until Thomas thought he might burn from the embarrassment he felt. He had not only had a nightmare in front of Alastair but had completely fallen apart. The only thing keeping him from dying on the spot was the fact that Alastair was still holding him, murmuring comforting things in his ear while he soothingly rubbed Thomas’ back.

Not wanting to pull away in fear of Alastair seeing how red he was, he mumbled a quiet ‘I’m sorry’ into Alastair’s neck. Alastair sighed and pulled back, Thomas immediately looked down but Alastair put a finger under his chin and gently lifted his head. “Don’t ever be sorry for feeling things Thomas, it was obvious you’ve been keeping this in.” Thomas closed his eyes, he wasn’t aware of how much he needed to hear that until someone said it.

“I’m here Thomas, if you ever need me. I’m here if you need to talk, or if you want to sit in silence. I’m here.” He said gently, wiping away a stray tear with his thumb. Thomas, now more overwhelmed with gratefulness instead of embarrassment, leaned forward and hugged Alastair tightly. “Thank you.” He said, tiredness abundant in his voice.

Alastair squeezed him gently before releasing him and laying back down. “Are you going to be okay?” He asked quietly. Thomas nodded slowly, laying down and sitting in silence for a minute before scooting closer to Alastair, craving the comfort and safety that came with Alastair.

It only took a second for Alastair to react, opening his arms as an invitation. Thomas let out a breath and fell into them, curling up to Alastair’s side. Alastair slid his arms around Thomas’ waist. Just before he drifted off, comfort making it hard to fight off the needed sleep, he felt warm lips on top of his head.

“You’re okay now Thomas, I’ve got you.”

#alastair x thomas #thomas and alastair #thomas x alastair #thomastair #the last hours #tlh #will herondale #tessa herondale #barbara lightwood #ask answered #tsc fanfiction

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marauder-level-chaos · 3 years

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Don’t Make Me Play Pretend. Chapter 2

The return on the pining idiots! More awkward, more lovesick neighbors, more drama. This chapter also features Izzy so yay. The next chapter is where the fun really begins.

Masterlist

Warning: swearing, angst, fluff, fake dating, my shitty humor

A/N: I’M SORRYYYYY. This is late. I had tests, then I had a motherfucking lab report and like GAHHHH. I promise I will try to do better with the next chapter. I am not guaranteeing it but I swear I’ll try. My writing will be a little slow until my finals are done tho :( For now please enjoy, and leave feedback? I love reading the comments people leave under fics.

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“I need you to be my boyfriend, Alexander.” Magnus’ words rang through Alec’s mind. He almost could not believe them. He had been crushing on the golden eyed boy for quite a long time. Before Alec could find the words to respond to this request, however, Magnus continued, “Well, I just need you to pretend for a while. There is a reunion for my high school next month and I would really appreciate it if you would pretend to be my boyfriend.”

“Magnus…” Alec’s heart sank to his stomach. This is not what he had expected. He wanted to tell Magnus that he wasn’t qualified for the job. At 22 years of age, the closest he had ever gotten to being in a relationship was when his mother tried to set him up with Lydia Branwell. That was what pushed Alec to come out to his parents. It had been an absolute disaster for everybody involved.

“I understand if you want to say no.”

“Next month, you said?”

“During Christmas break.” Magnus confirmed.

“I...I’ll help you. It’s just pretending, right?” Alec said, against his better judgement. Although, seeing the smile on Magnus’ face immediately made that worth it. After he and Magnus had said their goodbyes, Alec went back into his apartment and called Izzy. Isabelle Lightwood was his little sister and possibly the only person Alec trusted. She was the first person Alec had felt comfortable talking about his sexuality to. It took her all of three rings to pick up her phone.

“Hey, big brother.”

“Hey, Iz. Can I ask you for advice on something?”

Izzy arched her eyebrows, making Alec immediately regret asking his question. “Mr. I-don’t-need-your-help-finding-a-boyfriend finally needs dating advice, huh?”

“I never said dating advice, Isabelle.”

“So, I’m wrong? This is about something else?” Izzy asked her brother, knowing very well that she was right. Alec sighed, accepting his defeat.

“No, you’re not wrong. It’s about Magnus.”

“The cute neighbor with the impeccable fashion sense?” Alec nodded in response to his sister’s question. They had talked about Alec’s crush on his neighbor before. Alec always thought that Izzy and him would get along well. Izzy’s next question brought Alec back to the conversation he was having. “Did you finally ask him out?”

“He did.” The boy interrupted his sister’s high-pitched squealing and continued, “Well, not really. He needs a pretend boyfriend for his high school reunion next month.”

“And you agreed?”

“Of course I agreed, Iz. I know it’s not ideal but something is better than nothing, right?”

“I just don’t want you getting hurt, Alec.”

“I know, Izzy. I’ll be careful, I promise.” Alec sounded as though he was trying to convince himself rather than his sister. He sighed as he got off the call with Isabelle. What the fuck have I gotten myself into?

***

“I need you to be my boyfriend, Alexander.” The words fell from Magnus’ mouth so quickly when he saw Alexander. With an instant feeling of regret, Magnus tried to study the reaction of his neighbor. Alec’s face was unreadable. The lack of a response caused panic to rise into Magnus’ chest. In a desperate attempt to cover up what he had just said, he added, “Well, I just need you to pretend for a while. There is a reunion for my high school next month and I would really appreciate it if you would pretend to be my boyfriend.”

“Magnus…” The way Alec said his name hit Magnus with a warm feeling, something he hadn’t felt in quite a while.

“I understand if you want to say no.” Please, don’t say no, Alexander.

“Next month, you said?”

“During Christmas break.” Magnus nervously wiped the sweat from his hands on his jeans. Watching Alexander’s face break into the most radiant smile brought some much needed immediate comfort.

“I...I’ll help you. It’s just pretending, right?” I fucking wish it wasn’t. Magnus smiled at the taller boy, expressing his gratitude. Something was better than nothing, right? Once he was back at his apartment Magnus called Catarina.

“How’d it go?” She asked immediately after picking up the call.

“He said he’s okay with pretending to be my boyfriend.” Magnus added in a chuckle. “Because pretend relationships have never complicated anything for anyone before.”

“Look at the positive aspect of this, Mags. At least you two will be spending some time together. He might actually like you in the process.”

“I hope you’re right about this, Cat. I really do.” Magnus looked into the full length mirror hanging in his apartment and sighed into the phone. What the fuck have I gotten myself into?

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Inside TMI Gang's diaries part 4 1/2

Clary: Dear diary, so Jace has been training me, everyone thinks we are just making out but Jace takes Shadowhunter training very serious, and he tells me I drink too much coffee, whatever Jace whatever. I love him so much though, but lately I feel like he is avoiding me a little, idk if my mom scares him that much or if he is losing interest, anyway Simon is playing with fire, he is dating Isabelle and Maia at the same time and I warned him, but he ain't listening, this boy is for an explosion, I love him though. My training is going great, I do happen to have one of the best trainer's tho, mom and Luke are planning their wedding and I am happy for them, tho mom doesn't like Jace, hopefully she'll see the good in him. Alec and Magnus are on their vacation and seem to be enjoying themselves, Izzy is busy with Simon, Maryse is running the Institute, I think the Lightwoods are trying to keep themselves busy so they don't have to think about their grief.

*Later*

Well, shit has happened again! I thought Jace wanted to break up with me but he doesn't, he is going through stuff and I feel stupid for not noticing, but I am still mad he didn't tell me, and we may have made out in an alley, Jace is apparently being messed with by demonic shit, and he needs to have a ritual done so it doesn't get worse, I am tired.

*Later later*

Well it gets worse, Jace apparently never got the ritual done and lilith took control of him and he kinda sorta kidnapped me but it's not his fault he was possessed, Simon got kidnapped as well but honestly it's not a surprise, I love him tho. so we fought Lilith, and apparently she wanted to bring back my brother, well Simon kinda killed Lilith with the Mark of Cain, me and Jace made up again, but apparently it had already been too late and somehow my brother is back and kidnapped my love, I swear if that bitch touches a hair on Jace's head I will destroy him *clenches fist*, just you Sebastian if the Clave doesn't do to much to me, I'll hunt your ass down and rescue my boyfriend. Also COFFEE PLEASE!!

Jace: Dear diary, I am being tortured with nightmares, I am tired and I feel sick all the time, my head feels like someone is repeatedly hitting it, I think I may be dying, my father is still hurting me from the grave, me and Clary still have this secret, I keep killing Clary in my nightmares so I can't be near her, I can't hurt her it would kill me, I would deserve it but I don't want it to come to that. Alec is on vacation with Magnus and he keeps sending me postcards signed with "Wish you were here, except not" idk what that is supposed to mean. Izzy and Simon are together and idk what that is either. Jocelyn hates me, can't blame her though, I also know myself Clary could do better. Wow I am just being pathetic now.

*Later*

Well me and Clary made out in an alley, but I ran away like a dumbass cause I can't hurt her, but I think I did hurt her, and we made up again and now I apparently have to do a ritual that is for babies, what has my life become, but it gets worse, before they could do the ritual Lilith got me and now I am possessed.

*Later later*

Well Clary and Simon both got kidnapped, only I kidnapped Clary and hurt like I swore I wouldn't do. Simon defeated Lilith, it was kinda badass but I'll never tell him that. Anyway Clary confessed her undying love for me and I am shooketh but like can't let that show or everyone will find out I am nothing but a softie and no one will take me serious and just be like he'll do it he is too gentle and soft to say no, and I'll be stuck in a spiral. Also I may have been kidnapped not sure but I feel weird so. . .

Alec: Dear diary, it's me, me and Magnus were on vacation and shit happened and now we aren't, also apparently Magnus started a cult at some point, anyway I'll get into that later. So we thought if we came home and pretended to still be on vacation we would actually get some alone time and yeh me and Magnus took our relationship to the next level, except I still don't know much about him, anyway my mom called me and said they needed Magnus to speak to a prisoner they had cause he's the only one they'll speak to, well guess what that prisoner ended up being his ex girlfriend, the damn universe loves fucking with me. Sorry I am just frustrated.

*Later*

So. . . I may have been an asshole to Magnus, you know what no, I was definitely an asshole to Magnus but I just want to know more about him and he never talks to me about these things, and I found out he's been with so many people and I have only ever been with him, how am I supposed to keep up? How am I supposed to be what he needs when I have no experience? So much has happened and idk what to do anymore and I am probably ruining our relationship but he also knows so much about me and I know nothing about him, it just makes me feel like he doesn't plan on having me for a long time like I thought.

*Later later*

Well shit, so much has happened, what has my life become? I am breaking rules, Camille offered to tell me a way I can make Magnus not be immortal anymore and I took her bait like the idiot I am, and Jace is kidnapped, Clary is a wreck and blames herself, Isabelle is upset cause she thinks she lost another brother and I don't want to think about it. That bitch Sebastian is back and took Jace, Lilith was defeated by Simon and honestly everything has gone to chaos, also Apparently Jace died and Clary brought him back with the Angel's wish, I have no idea what the Clave may do to her.

Magnus: Dear diary, things have been interesting lately, interesting in not a good way, so much has happened, me and Alec fought a cult I may have kinda started, and I almost died, I also saw my dad, didn't like that last one at all. But me and Alec decided to cut our vacation short, I'll get into everything that happened later, but yeah we pretended we were still on it and we're just at my loft, we also took the next step in our relationship, though I think Alec still feels insecure in the relationship, but I am not one for sharing my past. Anyway I got called by Alec's mother Maryse to talk to a prisoner they have and it turns out it's Camille and I had to tell that bish Alec is my future, she didn't like that but she doesn't have a boyfriend with a stamina rune.

*Later*

Alec and me had a fight, and he knows about how many people I have been with now, and I think he feels more insecure, and he's mad at me, but like I don't know. Sometimes I wish he would understand it isn't easy for me either. But Jocelyn and Luke's party is something, I sense awkwardness and isn't just from me and Alec, I hate awkwardness.

*Later later*

Well fuck. These Shadowhunters and all their chaotic shit really will be the death of me, Biscuit's brother is fucking back, Jace got kidnapped but before that was apparently possessed by Lilith???? Simon also apparently defeated Lilith???? What the fuck is happening, also apparently Izzy and Simon broke up at some point idk, and now we have to find blondie, Alec and Izzy and Clary are all sad so yeah, fine! I miss him a little too, and Sebastian can't be running around causing evil and destruction.

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